It feels a bit early for me to start thinking of Christmas. Drifts of research and reports surround me; calendar reminders twinkle on m...

A belated happy 2013 to all--may it bring  you and yours laughter, opportunity, friends and whatever good things you wish for. I know so...

I checked my BBM the other day to find a colleague changed her avatar. This in itself is not remarkable--pretty much everyone on BBM (exce...

Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Canadians. I know I've been remiss in posting my foodie adventures (and yes, there have been some), ...

Oops!  I mean Lacey Chocolate chip pecan toffee cookies Even though it's only been about five or six weeks since I last posted, ...

Undaunted with my less than stunning first attempt at a Guinness-inspired dessert of the year , my next attempt at a stout-soused sweet took...

This weekend was one of foodbloggerdom's biggest annual hootenanies (yup, you guessed it, BlogHer Food '10 ). Many are in San Franci...

I always find my blog’s inbox completely irresistible. Here are grouped together, all higgledy-piggledy, notes from readers and stoppers-by ...

I can't eat chocolate when I'm truly and utterly upset. At my most heartbroken, the mere thought of anything that resembled chocolat...

I love romance. I love love. I love the giddy excitement that overtakes you body, mind and soul at the prospect of being near that special p...

When self-induced self-improvement’s constant hum turns into January’s roar of nicotine patches, head-hunter appointments and gym membership...

Stress eating. If stress eating were a military rank, I'd be the Commander-In-Chief. If stress-eating were a popstar thing, I'd h...