If I say “fish fingers and custard” what pops into your mind? No.   I’ve not joined some weird food blogging event sponsored by a mul...

This post should have been a cookbook review. But it's not. A few months ago I received a gorgeous-looking book about Moroccan coo...

I suppose if I were to subtitle this post it would be: an oopsie made better. A few weeks ago I began thinking about my March posts. I rarel...

Mmm...Canada. We are so known for our fiercely spiced foods and peppers whose mere mention bring tears to our eyes and droplets of perspera...

For better or for worse we are attracted to types. And for better or worse, types are attracted to us. Give me a single, smart (verging on g...

Anita Stewart's " World's Longest Barbecue " interests me--not because it attempts to create a truly national feast, but b...

For reasons which I'll explain at another time, I...umm...encouraged my cold to return It's not as bad as it was last month but the ...

If you ever have dinner with my parents, you'll inevitably be asked "do you want ketchup?" It doesn't matter if you ar...