Every now and then, I get a little too big for my britches… Sunday evening Ralph and I had friends over for…

For the last 23 years, Friday nights have been “date night”. Ralph and I are entrepreneurs. As such, we have never enjoyed a 9…

My husband Ralph has British roots. This explains his ability to consume vast amounts of beer and tea. Every morning, Ralph wakes up and…

   I can remember vividly, Christmas morning 1971, opening my first cookbook. A massive, red leather,  collection of international cookery. I poured over…

Whenever Ralph and I go away, I have usually let our refrigerator get pretty low on food. Unfortunately, we flew home on…

My husband and I bought a very sad and neglected farm a couple of years ago. Not for any particular reason other…

The kids took us to The Broken Plate last night for dinner. The name indicates what happens on Friday and Saturday nights…the…

Caprese salad is absolutely positively completely my favorite lunch. The first time that Ralph and I went to Italy, I ate it…

I think one of the most difficult times in my life, as a mother ,was the moment that I realized I would…

Last night Theo and Meg treated me to a spectacular Italian feast at one of Calgary’s finest…Centini Our sommelier decanting a bottle…