3 Weeks in Whistler

I officially gave my notice at work. 21 days until I’m done. Done with the beautiful, wonderful, glorious place that I haven’t been enjoying.

So, in the next 3 weeks I’m going to spend my time in Whistler like a tourist. Like I’m on vacation. I’m going to see if I can jam pack everything I missed in the first couple months into one epic stretch.

  1. Go Bungee Jumping
  2. Snowboard, snowboard, snowboard!
  3. Vancouver Canucks Game
  4. Bobsleigh adventure
  5. Eat at Araxi
  6. Whistler Olympic Park
  7. Train Wreck
  8. Snowboard!
  9. Nairn Falls
  10. Eat at Barefoot Bistro
  11. Pub Crawl
  12. Peak to Peak Gondola
  13. Ice Skating
  14. Brandywine Falls
  15. Scandinave Spa
  16. Swedish Apres
  17. Eat at Grillroom
  18. Snowboard!
  19. Alexander Falls
  20. Ice Fishing
  21. Snowboard!




Selfish, or Succesful?

I’m impulsive. I always have been, and probably always will be. Growing up we moved around a lot, and so “home” was attached to a feeling, not a place. I’ve lived in multiple countries, states, provinces and cities, and as soon as I lose the feeling of home, I leave. Needless to say, this kind of behavior doesn’t bode too well in a relationship.

I have never quite felt settled in Whistler. I never slipped into the comfortable feeling of being “home.” I spent many restless nights and exhausted days trying to figure out what was missing in my life. I have an acceptable job that pays pretty well, a boyfriend who loves and takes care of me, and I live in arguably one of the most beautiful places in Canada. But something didn’t sit right.

So I did something impulsive. I applied for a job from an ad I saw on Facebook. I wrote an essay in 10 minutes at 5:45 AM and only did a quick spell check before hitting send. I made a desperate plea to the universe to change my situation, to help remove the dramatic grey cloud sitting over my life.

And the universe listened.

First the back and forth emails trying to nail down a time for my interview. Then mixing up Tuesday and Thursday and doing my interview in my pajamas. Then finding out on Valentine’s Day that I got the job.

My boyfriend was with me when I got the call offering me the job. He jumped up in down in the street with me. He held my hand while I called my mom. But in all of his excitement for me, I forgot to consider him. I wasn’t asking, I was telling. It wasn’t a conversation, it was a decision. And now it was his move.

Who knows where we’ll be in May. Possibly on two sides of the country. But I will always be impulsive. I will always be in search of better. I refuse to settle. And I hope that one day I will have a person, place, and a feeling that completely encompass “home.”


You drive down a windy tree lined lane. To your left, cows, pigs, chickens, are soaking up the sweet afternoon sunlight. To your right, garden beds filled with delights to be discovered, and flowers in full bloom. You reach the end and are greeted by a large farmhouse and barn. A loveable puppy runs to your car to greet you, followed closely by me. You’re ushered inside, offered a glass of fresh lemonade and greeted like an old friend, “checking in” to your stay in my home. Over your stay you’ll be engrossed in my world – learning as much or as little as you want about working on a farm, and living sustainably. But at night, that’s when the real magic happens. You wander into the barn, its wooden beams and high ceilings impressive, but not intimidating. A single large chandelier hangs in the centre with one long wooden table below it. It smells sweet, like hay and fresh chopped wood, and a hint of freshly baked bread. You take a seat, sip your cocktail, and strike up a conversation with the smiling, friendly woman next to you. She’s travelled from the other side of the country just to be here. You know you’re in for something special.

What you’ve just read is a description of my dream. Of my “be-all-end-all, what I want to be when I grow up, dream. I’ve lived and worked all over Canada and around the world, but for me, that is the ultimate. My goal in life is to teach people through food. To provide the information our society is sorely lacking, and chooses to ignore. When I eventually own a restaurant of my own, I want to work directly with farmers and local suppliers to provide a superior, seasonal product, or even cut out the middle man and produce myself. Not only do I have a mission to make delicious, enjoyable food, I have a dream to make it sustainable, affordable, and deliver knowledge on the plate.

I am a chef. A creative. A dreamer. My life revolves around food and I approach every challenge with reckless abandon. At a young age, I have already accomplished what many in my field will not, but I will not stop there. I strive for excellence in everything I do, and look at every failure as a new opportunity for success. I have been called a workaholic, but I find myself lucky to be able to do exactly what I love every single day. I would love to work with you to continue that education and get me one step closer to my own personal dreams.

I believe in freshly baked bread, strong coffee, and big dreams.

A New Adventure

If you follow me on Instagram – @BeckyBeast – (which you probably should bcz content on point, etc.) you would have seen an adorable little boomerang of my not so adorable face popping the most adorable bottle of mini Möet.


Yesterday was Valentine’s Day… also adorable, but that’s not the reason for the champers. This chick got herself what one might call, a “dream job.” Others might refer to it as a hellish nightmare, but hey to each her own, right?

I’ll be spending my summer (May-October) working my ass off for Chef Micheal Smith in P.E.I. at Inn at Bay Fortune. His adorable 14 room inn will be busy all summer long, but I’ll get to cook in part of their Fireworks team. I’ll be cooking fish, vegetables, and other local products from around the island over open flames. I’ll also be getting my hands dirty (literally), hanging around in the gardens (where 99% of the produce comes from!!) or with the animals!

I. Can’t. Wait.

Comeback Kids

tom brady patriots superbowl

Sports movies always make me cry. It’s the locker room pep talk that does it. You know the one I’m talking about – when they’re down by an impossible amount and they need to rally. The “is this a sport for boys, or is this a sport for men/we’re a family, act like one” meaningful moment between coach and team before an inevitable comeback.

Ummm… did we all watch the Superbowl yesterday? The awkward moment when the team favoured to win is down by 19 points? The abominable first 3 quarters that were absolutely dominated by the Falcons. And then the final quarter and the first overtime in Superbowl history where the New England Patriots came back to win 34-28. The absolute best game of football I have seen in my entire 24 years (17 of them as a Patriots fan, by the way. No bandwagon fangirl here!).

I was sitting on my couch, drink in hand, yelling at the TV. I’m sure my neighbours heard my agony and excitement through every pass, every play, every sack or interception or turnover. My roommates – Falcons fans for the day – looking on in amusement. And then they did it. They won. Tom Brady, arguably the best quarterback in the history of the NFL, the GOAT, lead the Patriots to his 5th Superbowl victory.

Never, never, never, ever give up. Don’t listen to the people trying to bring you down. Don’t listen to the people who doubt you, who hate you for being good at what you do. Don’t doubt yourself. Work hard, and then work harder. Be good, and then get better. But never, ever give up.

Blue Christmas


I’m in one of the most picturesque places in the entire world. The mountains are snow-capped, the trees are lit up with twinkling holiday cheer, everything is merry and bright… and I’m miserable.

I’m having a terrible holiday. My job is stressful but absolutely and completely ridiculous, my relationship is rocky at best, and I’m too broke, too tired, and too cranky all of the freaking time to spread any kind of holiday cheer.

Which sucks. Straight up blows. I love this time of year, even working constantly, struggling through the hours at work, head down ass up to put it bluntly. I love my job and what I do, but not right now.

I’ve eaten 22 chocolates out of my advent calendar, wrapped 9 presents, drank 6 cups of hot chocolate, had 3 holiday Starbucks presents, hung 2 stockings and 1 string of lights. And nothing makes me feel cheerful. Nothing makes me feel jolly.

I’ve even tried singing loudly for all to hear a la Elf style.

I don’t know why I feel like this, and I don’t know how to change it…. Merry Christmas.

Getting “Gilmore’d”



I’m not going to lie, I started watching the Gilmore Girls revival about 10 minutes after it was released. I watched half of the first episode before I realized that my delicate brain would not be able to handle 90 minutes of Gilmore Girls and 2 hours of sleep before a 7am shift.

Here I am, 15 hours later 3/4 through the revival, and I can’t help but to relate with Rory. Don’t worry – no spoilers, it’s everything you’ve seen in the trailers. The once self-assured, composed, go getter Rory is lost without a plan, without a clear direction, and without her underwear.

She’s 32, I’m only 24. But I can feel her pain. The struggle to find your place in this mad crazy world. I feel like I have a direction, and a plan. But what if somehow I find out I’m not good enough for this particular path. Last week I posted about Confidence, and this is exactly my issue.

I’m at a slightly pivotal point in my life right now, trying to decide how far I’m going to go in my career, how much I’m going to push, which sacrifices I’m going to make. I guess what I’m saying is I understand Rory. I understand seeing everyone around you triumph while you struggle. I understand seeing your friends establish lives and families and lay groundwork while you struggle.

I’m hoping, as always, that Gilmore Girls will remind me that through our struggles and our fears, life will have a funny way of working out. And I’m hoping that one day, I’ll ‘Gilmore’ myself.

xx B


A what-the-hell attitude is not something I have at the moment.

It’s something I’ve always struggled with, approaching situations with a reckless abandon. I’m a planner, I’m a rigid, focused, somewhat meticulous, occasional perfectionist. I can also be one of the laziest motherfuckers you’ll ever meet. I like doing things all out or not at all… which is often my downfall.

At work, I have to come up with an amuse bouche. I have millions and millions of ideas swirling around in my head and I have the skill and the knowledge to execute them, but I get in the kitchen and have to present it to my chef and I freeze.

I get nervous, I get anxious, I feel scared and embarrassed and like I’m a big stupid dumb dumb.

I need confidence, I need the what-the-hell attitude. I know I’m a great cook and I know that this is the right place for me. I know that this is what I’m meant to be doing but I’ll never be successful if I can’t put out my ideas with confidence and conviction.

I need to channel my inner Julia Child.

xx B



Sooooo, I moved to Whistler. I’m sorry Banff, I’ve cheated on you with a different mountain (or two). I loved Banff, and I loved my job and my friends and my mountains… but it was time for a change.

So here I am! I moved in with my boyfriend, D. He’s super duper sweet, but I’m still not sure about this whole living together thing. Don’t tell him though!

Right now we’re broke AF. Seriously. Like back to this post on how much money sucks broke. Living on mr. noodles and boxes of cereal. I’ve even been drinking real milk because I can’t afford almond milk… my poor tummy.

Today we finally got wifi, and it’s so so nice to be re-connected to the world without feeling like I’m going to drop all my non-existent $$ on the world’s biggest phone bill (come at me overseas roaming charges).

I can’t wait for the snow to start falling… the mountain is supposed to be open on the 24th but it’s the 16th and the mountain looks nothing like it does in that beautiful picture. It’ll help me out sooo much, because right now I hate being broke, my job sucks…

Anyways… life rant over. I’ll be here a lot more frequently, I’m not gonna lie I might not have been blogging because my zxcv keys on my keyboard were broken… makes it a bit difficult to type in cohesive sentences.

xo B

Around Here.


These days have been about working hard and playing harder. I’m in love with my life right now. I have amazing friends and a killer job and am just so satisfied.

These days I’m…

Listening to the new Zedd and Kesha collab – True Colors. It’s got such a soulful vibe that EDM is often lacking, but still that grimey electronic sound I’ve grown to love from Zedd.

Drinking so much coconut water.

Reading The Third Plate, by Dan Barber. I’m actually re-reading this book, but the message is so strong and wonderful that when I saw it on sale at the book store I couldn’t resist. It’s about the future of food in and out of commercial kitchens.

Dreaming about Rio.. Summer Olympics 2016! It’s getting so so close and I’m so unprepared but I’m sure it’ll all work out.. it always does!

Watching Community… again. Troy and Abed kill me, and it’s such a good show to watch with friends or while drifting off to sleep. Rapidly approaching the timeline episode (my favourite)  and I can’t wait!