Welcome to a bit of a revamp of Edible Tulip for the time being. This website over the past seven years has occasionally ventured into left field; luckily I like it over there, in the west wing, and I happen to also love fields. But I lost my focus a while back. I started writing about crazy shit -- insect copulation, lunar eclipses gone haywire, the odd disappointing run in with a stranger -- but 2012 has kicked off differently. I spent 6 months this past summer digging up my own dirt and writing until dawn. Then I got a great editing job with normal day loving people and I'm back craving the idea of carving words and worlds out of what I know. And as I keep saying, what I know is this: ever since I worked as the head chef at an art retreat centre up near Georgian Bay seven years ago, I seem to have been surreptitiously and unexpectedly changing the world, one person at a time, one work lunch at a time, through salads. Call me nuts, but it's true. So, that's what I'm doing, come hell or high water, I'm writing about arugula and mango and why they're a perfect match or why a bit of mizuna in a hot sesame dressing may shake your socks off or why toasting fresh corn in a pan will make you a happy satisfied person even if the rest of your life is falling apart. I'm not going to say trust me, but heck, why not? The greatest joys are often found in the smallest gestures. Go back to the wild, my friend. Suss out the truth in food and you will not look back. That, that I do know.
