I started reading the blog Orangette and really adored the way the author, Molly Wizenberg loved food. She approached food in a way that was memory driven, full of naivete and rich with sensory descriptions.
I stumbled upon her book while relishing two hours found alone with my husband walking through working class, immigrant neighborhoods of Toronto. Spring was just on the verge of pushing through the dullness of winter and we had the luxury to wander in and out of storefronts. We were killing two hours and loving it! We discovered a lovely artsy bookstore and lingered. I found myself deep in the culinary section, my husband deep in biographies.
A Homemade Life reached out to me. The texture of the book as well as the simple design of the cover equally pulled me in and to settle into Molly's take on food sealed the deal. I got that little excited feeling as I put the book under my arm and continued to move throughout the store.
My husband and I then walked a few blocks, shot a few images of the bursting spring and sat ourselves finally in a little organic cafe that was featuring an organic black bean and red chili soup complete with a slice of homemade sourdough toast. Luxury!!! An hour to read, look across at my husband (without the distraction of kids) and to sit in a relaxed state only to mutter occassionally how wonderful the soup was, remark on a passage of our book or newspaper and of course, shift the eyes to a character that wandered into the cafe. Bliss. Thank you Molly for your book, thank you Toronto for your ambiance.