Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we’re back.
Some of you may remember my tale of the marinated feta where I admitted my struggle to make the same thing twice. Well let me tell you, these past 6 months,
iced leftover morning coffee-from-the-pot chocolate shake
Hi all! Allow me to coolly sidestep the fact that eons have passed since my last post and just slide on into this one…
Lately, and by lately I mean the last several years, there is just nothing good on. Seems that if it isn’t about vampires or serial killers
caramelized brussels sprouts with spicy bacon
This post contains graphic scenes of dental violence that might shock or frighten a person. Reader discretion is advised.
There are certain things that as kids, we almost all hated. Chief among them, Brussels sprouts, and going to the dentist.
A while back I recounted
The food I grew up on was anything but exotic. When people here ask me “So what is typical Canadian food?” I hesitate. “Um… we use a lot of potatoes?” Which I know is a lame response, but if I describe the food Canadians eat, I know the answers
friendly gin and tonic
Today I wanted to cry.
This is not a monumental thing by any means. My roommate once caught me crying at a burger commercial. Something about a mama burger, a papa burger, and … well you know what, it’s not important but dang that commercial tugged at my sensitive