Bake with abandon!
A while ago I solicited recipes for the ultimate chocolate chip cookie. A lot of suggestions rolled in. Conflicting opinions on walnuts, oatmeal and chefs flew through cyberspace. Some people loved Alton Brown’s recipe. Others called it “cakey” and touted the ever-popular David Lebovitz. Thomas …
Ten days left to my sister’s garden wedding and I’m beginning to panic. My mom and I are making the wedding cake, and planned on decorating it with blooms from our gardens. But none of the flowers are paying any attention to their carefully co-ordinated …
Those who know me will be shocked to learn I have joined a gym. Yup. Me. In a gym. I have yet to receive confirmation, but somewhere out there a fat pink pig is soaring high above a frozen section of Hades and giggling. Thanks …
I knew I was missing a step. Despite learning how to heat a pan to perfection and fire up the grill without burning off my eyebrows, I struggle with producing a medium-rare steak. Oh, technically, I know how to use the palm method to determine …
Clearly my future does not lie in photo shoots for shelter magazines. While the colours look dull and some shots are too yellow, I assure you, in reality the rooms are actually quite bright despite the deep claret walls. Looking back at the pre-reno kitchen …
When the new counter tops, with their undermount sink came on Friday, water was restored to the kitchen after a 2-month absence. I’ll confess, I was so pleased with the great big 24-inch stainless steel vat (same width as my previous stove!) I went on …
To celebrate the start of June and the near-end of my renovation, I thought I’d post about one of the more whimsical culinary items I’ve made recently. Candied flowers. Somehow this clunky term doesn’t do justice to the delicate, crystalized petals. And I figure if …
My coffee tastes have changed during the course of the renovation. I’ve decided I prefer my morning latte strong, rich, and served with an ocean breeze. By someone else. Although I’m grateful for the use of my mom’s stove, I’m less than enamoured with its …
