There was a time when baking filled most of my days. Morsels Moveable Feast was on fire, and I was going through eggs and butter so quickly, I still have muscle memory of buying too much butter to this very day. When I think back on it now, it feels a bit unreal. I moved from recipe to recipe with momentum that did not leave space for much else. I mixed dough, shaped pastries, watched the oven, and tried to catch the right light for a photo before it slipped away. The routine felt automatic, but it had purpose. I liked the colours, the textures, the heat, and the way a finished bake could anchor a whole photo.

Cherry Pistachio Meringue Cake, Morsels Moveable Feast

Morsels Moveable Feast started as a small food trailer parked in my driveway. With my dedicated partner, Tyler, I served fried chicken, waffles, and a mix of street food that I wanted people to taste in a way that felt fun and a bit unexpected. The project ran from around 2016 to 2019. It shifted and grew faster than I expected. The menu changed, the ideas expanded, and before long, it pulled me into cakes and baking in a way I didn’t see coming. Morsels was an eye-opening stretch of time for me. I had a clear picture of what I wanted the food to feel like, and that vision carried the whole thing forward.

An online community grew around those images. People traded notes, swapped ideas, and shared their own kitchen stories. It felt easy to be part of that space. There was no big plan behind it. It was something happening in the background of the work. Meeting incredible women from across the country and the world was truly inspiring. Their grit, talent, and diverse experiences left a lasting impression on me. I’m grateful for the opportunity to connect with such driven individuals who are shaping their industries with passion and serious talents.

Morsels Moveable Feast Food trailer in Wells, BC.

I kept going until I hit a wall. I pushed harder than I meant to. Eventually, the energy drained out. I stopped baking for a while, then for a long while. The break was not graceful. It was tired.

Now I look back and see a different pattern. My creative work often moves in steps toward something else. When I wanted certain kinds of photos, I baked the subjects myself so I could shoot them the way I pictured them. With The Winze Files, I carried the characters and the landscape in my head for years. To carve them in linocuts, I had to write the books first. The projects pull each other forward. One skill makes room for the next.

Apple Cinnamon Meringue Cake, Morsels Moveable Feast

I don’t expect my baking life to return to what it was. The pace would not make sense for me now. But when I look at the old photos, I still feel a quiet pull. The work meant something at the time, and it still does in its own way. It reminds me that even when I step away from a medium, the creative thread keeps going.

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