food

One of the things that I find difficult about cooking professionally is feeding myself. I’m not a breakfast person so that meal…

This is too funny. You may not get a belly laugh out of it but I think it’s a riot, having spent…

I had a really long day yesterday. I slept poorly, was up early and worked a long day. I’m getting ready to launch…

I harvested the last of my vegetables from the farm; one lonely over grown pie pumpkin and some incredibly gnarly carrots and…

I read a lot. During the two weeks we were in Greece, I read four novels. Even with all this opportunity for…

I saw Kaitie on Sunday. She met us at the Toronto airport during our lay-over holding a homemade cardboard sign that said,…

While happily retired, the most perfect job in the world found me. I am the Italian Food Artist – a title created…

Our spectacular summer has left my gardens completely sun-drenched and bursting with tomatoes. Last summer, I planted twenty four tomato plants and harvested a dozen…

pop, pop….pop The sound of pickle jars sealing has the most profound effect on me. I am immediately catapulted back to my girlhood. I’m…

My hands smell like onions and vinegar. Not pleasant, I suppose, but to me it smells like home. It’s pickling season in…