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 …
When it comes to salad. I’ve let myself go. Sure, I might dress things up with Nectarine and Plum Chicken or make an extra effort with a new dessert like Coconut Cream Pie Ice Cream. But leafy side dishes? I’m sad to say, the spark …
Me: How much broccoli should I cook? Andrew: How much Cheez Whiz do we have? Me: How long to you want to remain married? Andrew: […] Okay, moving onto safer territory — carrots. I got the idea for these after dining in a restaurant when …
I fall easily into a vegetable rut. If it weren’t for this blog I’d happily get my daily quota of greens from string beans, broccoli and mesclun mix salad. I once ate Basil and Walnut Green Beans every night for a week. When I stopped …
I got a bit carried away. I was experimenting with roasted vegetables for today’s CTV appearance and ended up making five variations. I just couldn’t make up my mind which version I liked best, so I made them all. Well, almost all. Having recently posted …
In the comment section recently, Leslie asked about eggplant. She’s tired of it drowned in tomato sauce or swimming in oil. Joe Girard of Rouxbe Online Cooking School provided some great answers, but even his professional advice didn’t get me off the hook. I’d promised …
Wouldn’t you know it? The week I post my culinary resolutions, my gas range rebels. The stovetop works just fine, but the oven fluctuates wildly, making baking a crap shoot with wheat and a roast chicken dinner the poultry equivalent of Russian roulette. And the …
The area of a circle is ∏r². This bit of high school math comes in handy when a recipe calls for a 12-inch tart pan and you go to three stores in search of one and all you come home with is a 118-pound, 5-litre …