Bake with abandon!
Sweet potatoes are confusing. People call them yams, but they’re not. Even though you’re far more likely to encounter a sweet potato than a yam here in North America, I think we embrace the term “yam” because it’s more fun to say. Weighing in at …
Brain, meet Fingers. Fingers, meet Brain. I hope you two become best of friends. Pronto. Because if you don’t start working together really soon, I will be forced to give up this blog and move to a remote region of the world where there is …
EJSGHPK2KBS4 Huh? What is that gobbledy-gook in the previous line? If you thought this was going to be about oatmeal chocolate chip cookies, be patient. Apparently, this cryptic code is the high-tech way one “claims” their blog on Technorati. For some reason it refuses to …
This hardly looks like a substitute for chicken wings, but I assure you, if your mouth wants honey-garlic drumettes and your brain balks at deep-frying, this variation on pub grub will keep every body happy — low-fat roasted chicken for your waistline and a tangy-sweet …
The comments are rolling in in response to the cookbook give away. Your fabulous ideas make me want to rent a delightful, impractically located venue and throw a great big bash. (If you missed the post, Rose Murray’s wonderful A Taste of Canada is up …
I got out the good china and fancy napkins for this one. Not that matar paneer is an elaborate dish or extremely challenging. Instead, this recipe is a long, long overdue thank-you to fellow writer and Indian cuisine lover, Lora Shinn. But why am I polishing …
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 wish you could reproduce this recipe exactly as I made it. But you can’t. Unless you mess up your preserves like I did. A few weeks ago, I attempted a homemade mixed-fruit ketchup. But I was so busy “multitasking” I missed the small but …
This blog has ruined me. Forever. Just this week I realized what my family has been accusing me of for years is actually true. I am a food snob. Not the Beluga-Caviar-or-Bust kind of food snob, but a food snob nonetheless. The facts are indisputable. …