My Mission

My decision to move to Edmonton, from the gastronomic melting-pot of Vancouver, was initiated by only one factor: my five-plus-year relationship with my boyfriend. Having lived in different provinces for nearly three years, and with at least another year of his auto-mechanic's apprenticeship to complete, I decided that it was time to either make a go of the relationship or kiss it goodbye. I knew that leaving Vancouver would mean more than just giving up my job cooking for a hugely successful catering company. It would also mean letting go of my prime-location West End apartment. I would have to say goodbye to all my friends and look forward to a hypothermically cold winter with a lot of alone time.Strangely, I knew I could handle all of those things. My fear was that I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to survive in a city that was reputed to have absolutely no food scene.
I had no worries about finding a job. Jobs are a dime a dozen in Alberta. Everyone is hiring all the time. My concern was how I would make dinner without daily trips to Granville Island? Where would I find my specialty asian ingredients to cook with? What was I going to do without Sushi? What would social gatherings be like without an impressive spread of gourmet pot-luck and discussions of fine wines and devine cheeses?
I decided to go ahead and make the move. My life was going to change in a huge way, and I was going to make it my mission prove that an obsessive foodie such as myself can survive in Edmonton. It was just going to take a little work.