Bake with abandon!
To quote Eddie Izzard, “Cake or Death? That’s a pretty easy question. Anyone can answer that.” Well, far be it from me to argue with Mr. Izzard, but there was a point late last week where I would have accused him of posing a trick …
Clearly my future does not lie in photo shoots for shelter magazines. While the colours look dull and some shots are too yellow, I assure you, in reality the rooms are actually quite bright despite the deep claret walls. Looking back at the pre-reno kitchen …
When the new counter tops, with their undermount sink came on Friday, water was restored to the kitchen after a 2-month absence. I’ll confess, I was so pleased with the great big 24-inch stainless steel vat (same width as my previous stove!) I went on …
To celebrate the start of June and the near-end of my renovation, I thought I’d post about one of the more whimsical culinary items I’ve made recently. Candied flowers. Somehow this clunky term doesn’t do justice to the delicate, crystalized petals. And I figure if …
My coffee tastes have changed during the course of the renovation. I’ve decided I prefer my morning latte strong, rich, and served with an ocean breeze. By someone else. Although I’m grateful for the use of my mom’s stove, I’m less than enamoured with its …
Before children, my mother was an amateur actress. After parenthood, she poured all her dramatic skills into reading us stories. She provided distinct voices for each character, made sound effects and sometimes included flamboyant gestures. She was a tough act to follow. When my less-than-theatrical …
The past few weeks have been slow going. Why? Well, let’s for a moment say my contractor didn’t get a not-so-healthy dose of the Norwalk virus. And let’s say he didn’t recover only to be called to jury duty. Let’s just pretend everyone was healthy …
I’ve been cooking at my Mom’s the past few weeks and find myself rummaging through her wooden spoon collection in search of the one pictured above. Yes, its bowl is broken, but I like how it can simultaneously stir and scrape the sides of a …
I feel a bit like Blanche DuBois from Street Car Named Desire. Of late I’ve been relying on the kindness of strangers (and friends, and family). From the shop that opened a half hour early so we could buy water when our supply was cut …