Bake with abandon!
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 …
I’ve written and rewritten this post a dozen times. I had too many things to talk about and nothing to say. Having already paid tribute to The American Election on Accidental Hedonist earlier today, I wasn’t sure what to post here. I know from all …
I’ve never embraced the spooky side of Hallowe’en. Perhaps that’s because my mother always dressed me as a clown. That’s me as a 3-year-old Chuckles. Sorry it’s so grainy. It’s taken from a 40-plus-year-old roll of 8mm film. For my Hallowe’en post, I debated reviewing …
I was going to post about Hallowe’en candy. Yawn… But then I learned that my Tuesday post for Accidental Hedonist made Reuters UK Lifestyle News. Go ahead. Click both links. You’ll see I’m not lying. I’d like to believe it’s my lively writing, but I’m …
When I first heard of Mulligatawny soup, I had no idea what it was. The name sounded Irish to me. I envisioned a simple stew-like dish with hunks of long-simmered beef, thick rounds of overcooked carrots and potato wedges that would fall apart en route …
Oh the irony. The moment I perfect homemade chicken broth I head to bed with sinus congestion and a sneaky case of fatigue. You know the kind — where you’re well enough to feel guilty about lying in bed, but having hauled yourself half way …
Sorry if you were expecting another art shot. I chose this brightly coloured pottery bowl to illustrate how clear chicken stock should be, not tantalize you with a new soup. I have a confession. Until recently, I didn’t understand the fuss about homemade stock. No …
Black Bean Soup Back in 2000, I lived in Australia for a year. I craved this soup. Really badly. I’m not sure if it was a classic case of wanting what you couldn’t have or merely a tasty way to make it through the surprisingly …