recipes

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…

Inviting friends to the farm to spend the day with us is always my opportunity to play around with new recipes. Sometimes it…

I realised while I was slurping back a big plate of cacio e pepe in Rome that I have rarely blogged about any of…

I have been buying kitchen gadgets for over thirty years. I own every conceivable pot, pan, knife, peeler, mold – you name it;…

I have been reduced to a raving lunatic. One of the challenges of cooking in three kitchens – Carmarthen St , the farm…