Bake with abandon!
This rainbow of carrots is one of my souvenirs from the Royal Winter Fair. I figured they’d go over better than adopting a lop or lamb. I was going to use them to make a healthy carrot ginger soup, but just couldn’t bring myself to …
I’ve been thinking about that VGT top 100 list. Hmmm. Life’s too short for Hostess fruit pies and McDonald’s. I don’t need to eat endangered species or items worthy of Fear Factor. So I comprised my own list of items that carried an emotional punch …
Our kitchen faucet began to drip a few weeks ago. Just a drop or two. No big deal. Since Andrew and I are not particularly good at household maintenance tasks, we chose to ignore the situation and see if it would go away on its …
Look what I did! Pretty isn’t it? This is just my maple squash soup and a drizzle of crème fraîche. I got so excited by the possibilities, I played with my food. While the heart was fun, it was a bit on the simple side. …
In a blatant act of self-promotion, I’m sending you to read my essay in the Globe and Mail in lieu of blogging. It’s not funny. It’s not about food. It’s 850 words about raking leaves. And I’m still sorry.
I live in the birthplace of Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae. I learned his poem In Flanders Fields in Grade 5. I still know it by heart, and it still makes me cry. Tonight, Andrew will give a lecture on the horrific battle of Passchendael. We …
Get ready for a whole mess of “Ahhhh….” I’ve a soft spot for furry animals. And with a fully-charged battery, an empty memory card and an hour between the Canadian Culinary Book Awards and Cuisine Canada’s AGM, I made the most of my free time …
A while ago I blogged about how tiny details can ruin an otherwise enjoyable restaurant meal. I must have struck a nerve since many people commented — at length. One commenter, Lisa, got so het up she expanded the topic and emailed me her pet …
Most weeknights around the supper hour, the phone rings. On the other end is a telemarketer reading from a script. I know it’s a telemarketer because they always say the same thing. They ask to speak to Mr or Mrs Christie. Andrew’s a Thomson. I’m …