Bake with abandon!
Pastry is fickle. One day you’re rolling dough like it’s a bolt of white velvet and pull a golden, bubbling dessert from the oven. The results are so fine you briefly consider embroidering “Pie Guru” on your apron. Only you don’t know how to sew, …
Just as this blog has turned me into a food snob, it has also made me think more about the whole process of creating a dish. Used to be if I start out making cinnamon buns, that’s what I’d end up with. But now? I …
A couple of days ago, I made a variation of my serendipitous nectarine and plum chicken. This time I substituted apples and yellow tomatoes for the plums. It was just as moist and delicious as the original, and I found myself planning side dishes appropriate …
Break out the Gold Bond powder ’cause any second I’m gonna start itching like a monkey on a fuzzy tree. Today is our 7th wedding anniversary. Not bad for a card-carrying carnivore and a former vegetarian. What’s our secret? Andrew doesn’t touch my good knives …
Don’t go! You’re in the right place. This is Christie’s Corner. It’s just got a new address and a new look. I’ll still be serving up recipes. Andrew will still be trying to burn down the kitchen. And the cats? Well, they still have a …
Despite the amber hue of the resulting preserves, this is green tomato marmalade. And no, I didn’t use the teeny-tiny yellow tomatoes on the left. They’re just there for show. Instead, I used small to mid-sized green tomatoes like the ones below. I figured since …
It’s been quite the week. Over the weekend I co-hosted a 24-hour playwriting contest for the playwright development centre I’m involved with. While my co-host and I ensured the entrants never ran out of coffee or junk food, a dozen writers pounded out scripts on …
The deed is done. I have picked all the tomatoes, uprooted the plants and put the garden to bed. Green tomatoes outnumber the red, but who’s counting. I’d like to think the tomatoes didn’t want to go any more than I wanted to remove them. …
I’m sad. Come Monday my tomato plants will be gone. The season is over. Frost is on the way and after one final weekend of harvest, I have to uproot these beauties, clear away any fallen fruit and put the patch to bed for the …