Bake with abandon!
No-churn cranberry ice cream. Try saying that three times fast. Or four. Because that’s how often I’ve made this in the past couple of weeks. I’d have gained weight had it not been for my selfless family and friends who came to my waistline’s rescue by grabbing …
I’m in denial. It’s not October. The leaves are not turning colour. The nights do not have a chilly nip to them. And Thanksgiving is definitely not next week. My calendar begs to differ. On the plus side, with the holidays on the horizon, turkey …
Summer is racing for the finish line. Before it gets there, it has some hurdles to clear. One of those hurdles is zucchini. Sure, an individual zucchini isn’t much of a challenge, but what about the bushelful your neighbour left on the back porch ? …
I’m on CTV News at Noon today helping Nancy Richards make homemade root vegetable chips. On the mess scale they’re more work than stovetop popcorn but less bother than pie. And that’s with making your own tzatziki for dipping. Last night I was making chips for the demo …
I always assumed sugarplums were plum-shaped candies made of marzipan and dusted in sugar. When I asked friends and family for their theories, guesses ranged from holiday jellies to booze-soaked prunes. We had never seen, let alone tasted one. To us, these Christmas confections existed only in Clement Clarke Moore’s poem …
This recipe is a game changer. It turns baklava into a no-fail dessert for two types of Baklava Balkers — those who think phyllo is too hard to work with, and those who think the classic Greek dessert is too sweet. I’ve blogged about working with …
When I first saw the The Dirty Apron Cookbook by David Roberston (Figure 1 © 2014), I wanted to run home and make the ravioli pictured on the front cover. They looked rustic enough to give me hope, yet exuded artisanal confidence. I knew they wouldn’t disappoint. Besides, …
Ignore the calendar. Don’t point to the red and orange maple trees or their fallen leaves that smother the grass. Pumpkins hold no proof. No, Autumn doesn’t arrive with the weather, or gourds, or the solstice. It arrives with mice. Each year, the rodents that feast on …
So, Eric Idle came to dinner and was seated beside me. We were going to entertain the other guests with a ripping rendition of The Dead Parrot skit. Only I was so busy thinking up clever tweets I forgot my lines. So I went upstairs to …