My sweet tooth is shrinking. I can feel it. I've made two batches of brownies in the past six weeks and could barely get through one pie...

We've all heard of drunk dialing and drunk texting...but sleep dialing? The other night My Dear Little Cardamummy gave me a call. Nothi...

Here in Canada, New Year's Day pretty much marks the end of what's essentially a month-long modern Bacchanalian feast with meats and...

Sunday morning baking is a not-so-secret pleasure of mine. Apart from lazily leafing through books and magaines for an inspriational recipe,...

Yes...I took a little break. No, Zippy the laptop is fine. I just needed a few days to re-centre myself and just relax. Well...what I though...

I'm trying to decide if my recent migration towards heartier muffins--ones imbued with whole grains and other nubbly bits, from sorry ex...

One of the many things I've been accused of is never leaving well enough alone. I analyse, overanalyse and poke holes in things and ide...

It used to be that I'd make banana bread once every four or six weeks-- usually when I found myself with fruit far too overripened even ...

Not that strawberry season is over but the ginormous-to-me basket of berries I bought at the market last week is no more. It will be a few w...

Honouring a loved one who has died is something, I think, that spans beliefs, borders and eras. The way we pay tribute may differ, but at th...