When Sean and I were considering menus for this weekend, I gave him the declaration of "I feel like something Labour Day-ish" as my input into the proceedings. I always try to be helpful. My...

I have something to say, but I am unsure as to how I should feel about it. Should I be proud? Ashamed? A bit sheepish, maybe? Luckily, I think we're all friends here, and I can be honest with...

I feel like the kid who comes to school, all big-eyed and sorry, with the story "the dog ate my homework." I wish it wasn't so but here I am, empty-handed, with little excuse but to say that...

I love a good backyard. Don't get me wrong, a front yard is a wonderful thing. A front yard, and specifically a good front porch, is the place to watch the world go by. It is see and be seen...

Thanks to my sis-in-law Rene, for not only hosting the dinner tonight, but also being our photographer. She's especially snazzy. Sorry about this. Really. I know, we were chatting about ...

This is not the time to beat around the bush. Banana Bread Waffles. Think about that for a minute, say the words slowly and out loud so that you get the full effect. Banana Bread Waffles. I know. What could be better, right? Here's how they came to...

I will never be a great Indian cook. I've been set up to fall short of that goal by being born into a family of great Indian cooks. (If I could, I would double underline the word great right there and surround it with a beatific halo of twinkling,...

Above, the Caramel Apple Pie. Below, A relish so versatile that I might make it year -round; Cranberry Chutney from Clean Food. It's just after lunch on a chilly Sunday and I feel like this is the first moment I've had to collect my thoughts in a...

There is that saying about loving something enough to give it away, and if it comes back then it was meant to be. I'm wondering if that applies to cakes, too. Specifically a Cinnamon Walnut Mud Cake. I made this cake for a birthday celebration I was...

Every year, without fail, there is a certain door in our house that becomes stuck. It's only one door, and it's not irrevocably jammed, only enough to make its presence known. And not for all that long, only a week or two tops, when the combination of...