Main courses are where the heart of the meal lives—the dishes that define a table, a culture, a memory. A great collection of mains? It’s like flipping through postcards from kitchens around the world, from smoky grills in Buenos Aires to the slow-cooked stews bubbling away in a tucked-away trattoria in Rome. These aren’t just recipes—they’re a glimpse into the soul of a place, the kind of dishes that make you sit down, stay a while, and savor every bite. In this collection, you’ll find meals that nourish, comfort, and challenge the way you think about food. It’s time to dig in.
Nike gets it. Always has. Win anyway. Nike doesn’t do subtle. They don’t do polite. They don’t whisper sweet nothings about effort and perseverance they slap you in the face with them. This year’s Super Bowl ad? A masterclass in that philosophy. A raw, punch-in-the-gut manifesto that doesn’t ask for permission, doesn’t beg for validation. It just tells…
Walking the streets of Glasgow feels like stepping into a narrative, each cobblestone and corner store humming with stories. The city—pedestrian-friendly and buzzing with an understated charm—invites exploration. It’s a place that asks you to slow down, not because it’s sleepy, but because the treasures here demand savoring. This is Glasgow, bold and alive, where…
There’s something about a smell. The way it punches you in the gut and tickles your brain before you’ve even crossed the threshold. That was my first introduction to Pho Thu Do on Somerset Street in Ottawa. I was fresh-faced, working for Environment Canada, and clueless about what lay beyond the unassuming door of that Vietnamese restaurant….
There’s something about New Year’s in Budapest—a city that wears its scars like a badge of honour. The past is etched into every street, every corner, every ruin. And on one particular frigid New Year’s Day, I found myself chasing ghosts and stumbling into magic. It started innocently enough. We’d warmed our bones with a…
Christmas, for those of us who revel in the kitchen, is a battlefield. It’s where we flex, where we bleed, and where we pour every ounce of ourselves into meals that people will talk about until the next snow falls. The house is too quiet. The last echoes of clinking glasses and scraping forks have…
Growing your own food is like alchemy—a dirty, messy magic trick where soil and time conjure sustenance. But growing a lion’s mane mushroom? That’s culinary sorcery of the highest order. This wasn’t just a mushroom; it was a creature from another world, an alien spore that would become my obsession. I had read about lion’s…
There are people you meet on a journey who feel less like strangers and more like long-lost friends—the kind of person who makes you wonder if maybe, just maybe, you knew each other in another life. Jurgen was that kind of guy. A towering, bear-like German with a voice like rolling thunder and a heart…
There’s an allure to Asian cuisine that feels like wandering through the back alleys of a bustling market, not knowing what’s around the corner but knowing it’ll be damn good. It’s a blend of controlled chaos, where the sizzle of a hot wok and the crackle of chilis create a culinary symphony. Asia doesn’t just…
Bermuda—idyllic, pristine, and the kind of place that draws families for its pink-sand beaches and glossy travel brochures. But I wasn’t interested in the perfectly curated tourist experience when I went there as a teenager. No, what captured my curiosity (other than this really cute military guy named Shane) was the grit beneath the glam,…
I remember the man before I remember the meatballs, but not by much. Jim Jenkins—my dad’s best friend and neighbor—was a fixture of my childhood, a constant presence who made the world seem a little more grounded. He was the kind of guy who’d show up unannounced to fix a broken gutter or help haul…