The day before yesterday was Victoria Day here in Canada, the unofficial kickoff to our summer. Next Monday is Memorial Day in the United States, the unofficial launch of summer down there. So for my...
Seven years ago today, I pressed publish.* At the time I was in my twenties. Im not anymore, in fact that cake up there was to celebrate yet another birthday into my thirties. Sean and I called an ap...
Hello, hello! A quick stop in on this afternoon, as I wanted to let yall know that Im on Design*Sponge today for their "In The Kitchen With..." series. (These are some outtake...
I meant to include an announcement in the title, and then promptly forgot the intention — sorry! You see, theres a giveaway going on. Details are at the bottom of the post, after the recipe. Th...
I had planned to share a recipe today, but in the midst of holiday weekend chaos and revelry, I came to the conclusion that it required another go round before we gave it our attention. Nonetheless, ...
Im terrible at Christmas. Birthdays too. When it comes to gift giving, it is rare I make it to the finish before dropping hints to the recipient as to the present thats been purchased with them ...
Im over being sick, hooray for that — and hurrah for your company and all of your magical home remedies. The combination made for fantastic one-two-punch to knock out that pesky cold. While Im ...
Heres whats going on. Im sick. It is a straightforward cold, complete with the cloudy weight of congestion, which makes me fairly certain of what it would be like to walk around with my head in a ful...
If Béas dessert was a paragon of restraint, exquisitely delicate, this brash incarnation of much the same ingredients is its antithesis. And, comically, the story of this cookie-studded, ...
I will start off with an apology to my friend Béa, as she wrote a sprightly, colour-filled, beautiful book, and Ive gone and taken the brownest, simplest, comparatively-plainest photos ...
This isnt the story of cookies. Although, there was a cookie the approximate size of my hand involved. Nor is this the account of astounding breads baked in wood-fired ovens, though we had some of th...
I dont think Ive ever mentioned this, but Im a ships captains daughter. Im suprprised Ive omitted this essential information, as it was relative proximity to the waters my father sailed on that deter...
It is an unglamourous, unoriginal statement to declare I adore baked beans. But I do. Since I have a habit of imaging our conversations as dramas in my head, I can hear you saying "th...
There was a lady I used to know who always kept candies in a bowl on her coffee table. My oldest nephew, who’s now 12 years old and almost as tall as I am, sometimes visited her with me - he wa...
Years ago my maternal grandmother, Gigi as we call her, asked me what Id like for a present. My answer was quick and decisive: a pot. A sturdy one, like those from her kitchen and that of my parents,...
Wed had apples and pumpkin already for our pies, yet I still had the lingering twitch to make another. One with walnuts. And maple. As you do, this time of year. For my friends in the United States, ...
Here we are, under two-weeks-and-counting until Thanksgiving; my bar none favourite holiday of the year. Theres a laundry list of things to do between that day and this, but Ive got one thing se...
I thought it might be a little bit fun to share pictures of some of our summer. Photos of days of holiday; of longer evenings and lazy mornings, of trips to the farm and to the city. I wanted to go t...
Im writing at our dining table, having recently moved from one side to the other so as to catch more of the breeze from the open window (now) to my right. I can see across the house from...
If you, like me, were the recent recipient of an armload of blue-ribbon-at-the-county-fair -worthy summer squash, then most certainly you are, like me, currently thinking yourself spectacularly spoile...
Hello there friends! Tara and Nikole here, with so much goodness to tell. You might remember we’d mentioned Kinfolk Magazine a while back, and we’re mighty excited that today we can ...
This was the leftover. The stand in, the understudy that usually never gets the spotlight. I made two tarts, one with a pretty, fluted edge, the other roughly, haphazardly patched together with the r...
Go grab a calendar. Circle this coming Saturday with the most attention-grabbing ink you can find. If you start right after were done here, youll only be five days away from this chocolate ice cream,...
If I had shown you the collected plates of our last week or so, it would have made for the most boring slideshow in the history of the world. Its been pretty much one word, four syllables, at almost ...
Before we get into things, I should explain that button way up there on the left. Im honoured to say that this site has been nominated in two (!) categories in Saveurs 2011 Best Food Blog Awards,&nbs...
How many times, do you think, does it take for something to become a tradition? Were at year three of making icebox cakes every third week in April, and its starting to feel like its been our way sin...
I wanted to pop in today to tell you about the weekend weve had. It started Thursday and it was a cracker. I think Ive mentioned before that the month of April is a packed one here - in our closely e...
It is difficult to come up with something original to say about Heidi Swanson, when shes such an original herself. Its even harder when everyone else is talking about her, and her fantastic new book,...
These scones, these knobby specimens so far removed from any thought of dainty, came to be through the generosity of an aunt by way of my parents. It started with their cranberries. My folks had retu...
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