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Eating Our Feelings

Eating Our Feelings

Come together over cozy and comforting Lasagna Bolognese, Ascalone, and a Clover Club – a pre-prohibition cocktail that's just waiting to be discovered again.

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Feb 05, 2025
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Welcome to Quaintrelle, a weekly newsletter that shares ideas, inspiration, and insights on easy, elegant entertaining.

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Quaintrelle is written by me, journalist-turned-sommelier and party host, Erin Henderson.

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Don’t let the bastards grind you down…

If There Was Ever a Time for Joy...

I’m so annoyed.

Seriously.

I had an excellent introduction written and ready to roll last Monday. It was poignant and thoughtful (if I do say so myself). It was heartfelt and smart. I linked the imagery of the grey and fog of the day with the collective mood. I mean, that’s literary art.

And then we got a 30-day grace on tariffs.

I mean, yes, of course, this is delightful news (although sort of like waiting for the other shoe to drop, TBH, as I expect everyday of the next four years will be). I’m truly happy the reprieve happened and spared Canada an ass-kicking recession, but…what about my beautifully penned intro!?!?

I guess I’ll just save it for next month.

Me, back behind the mic in 2015. This time, wiser and better. Ish.

When I was a young reporter, about 24 or 25 years old, I occasionally filled in anchoring the overnight news at CFRB 1010 in Toronto. (You may not know this, so let me remind you… I was am – am! – kindof a big deal.)

This was about 2001. At the time there were riots going on in Quebec. I forget why now… Summit of the Americas, I think. Tear gas was launched and clashes between protestors and police. Good, juicy stuff.

Anyway, it was 3am and I was bored, and there was fantastic, albeit outdated, audio of the absolute chaos that ensued just hours before my shift. In the dead of night I

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