Bake with abandon!
It was quite the weekend for Christie’s Corner. Friday, Andrew and I headed to Kingston to visit family, knock down an outhouse and stock up on Cooke’s fine coffee. Sunday we left with 2 pounds of fresh Italian roast, “commode demolition” added to Andrew’s resume …
Last week Christie set up a fish challenge. She was looking for a quick, simple, healthy fish recipe. Her parameters? Not too lemony but it should have veggies. She was even open to a splash of wine. Oh yes, and we were to keep it …
The little things give us away. We go quietly about minding our own business, then someone catches a detail and knows something about you. When I was backpacking in Europe I spotted fellow Canucks by their iron engineering rings or Mountain Equipment Co-op jackets. Americans …
I’ve been saving this recipe to share with you during my upcoming and long-promised Indian Week. But it’s been so cold lately, I thought something from a warm and sunny land would help. And you can’t go wrong with curry. While I adore Indian food, …
Anne from Ottawa! (Wild applause and ringing of bells.) Anne-with-an-e, not only hails from our nation’s capital, she was selected totally without bias by Dine-O-Matic, a neat little decision-making widget just for Macs. Instead of entering restaurant names, I entered contestant names, hit the blue …
Before I begin, just a quick reminder that tomorrow is the last day to enter the draw to win a copy of Dominique and Cindy Duby’s decadent book Crème Brûlée. Click here for details. Ironically, this week’s question comes from my friend Christie. Yup. I …
When I was a child my mom used to buy big, clear plastic jugs of vegetable oil. That’s what it was called. Vegetable oil. Plain old vegetable oil. But on TV they showed ads for exciting oils, like Mazola corn oil. Corn oil. How crazy …
Last night I bowed to peer pressure (other food bloggers and a carb-hungry husband), hauled my sorry butt out of bed and made pancakes for Shrove Tuesday dinner. The resulting griddle cakes were too uneven and sloppy to photograph. Spilled batter adhered to the stove …
Right now I’m lying in bed feeling sorry for myself. I’ve a cold that hits in waves. One minute I’m fine, the next I feel like I have cotton balls stuffed up my nose and swallowed a wad of steel wool. If it weren’t for …