A line in one of our favourite holiday movies is:
“Pesto is passé!”
No way. Not possible.
A line in one of our favourite holiday movies is:
“Pesto is passé!”
No way. Not possible.
William Cowper wrote a poem titled “The Task” in 1785 that includes the idiom, “Variety is the very spice of life, that gives it all its flavour.” How that applies in cooking is obvious, and this recipe absolutely nails it.
A few years back, my son and I spent 2 weeks in Dakar, Senegal in West Africa. We had the incredible opportunity to visit friends who lived and worked there as missionaries.
Every cook has an arsenal of secret weapons — that “go to” piece of equipment that is used for dependable results, something they trust even when experimenting.
Even though I’m still rather new to the benefits of an electric pressure cooker, I am quickly becoming convinced that it is the only, and best way to prepare meat. Without fail.
The wind is howling, the temperature is dropping, the fire is crackling, the candles are glowing, and COMPANY IS COMING!
It fascinates me that siblings – those who are born to the same two parents, grow up in the same household, with the same food, traditions, environments, etc. – can be SO different.
Contrary to popular belief, not all women like to shop. Some of us feel like pimply, awkward teenagers every time we walk into a mall, and our anxiety nearly blows through the roof. A trip to Macy’s can trigger hyperventilation (I love that word). But at least there is some order at Macy’s – black sweaters of every size hang on one rack. The next rack is a sea of bluejeans. I can handle that.
Even though boneless, skinless meat is convenient, it lacks some of the flavour and tenderness you can get when cooking meat on the bone. The price per pound is ridiculous in comparison, too. My suggestion? Buy a whole chicken, or at least a turkey breast. More meat, more flavour, more meals, for less money.
I love Thanksgiving. The turkey, family gatherings, laughter, turkey, seeing in-laws and new generations, and I really love the turkey. In fact, I’m not a huge fan of all the stuffing, gravies, cranberries, or green bean casseroles. It’s mostly the turkey I go for.
Last weekend we had some friends over for supper. I am totally in awe of this couple! They are brilliant business people, great parents, incredible food and wine connoisseurs – I would never dare call them “foodies” because it seems like too crass of a term for them – and they are extremely gracious. So gracious, in fact, that I dared serve them 3 recipes I had conjured up during a long and restless night. Friends like that are priceless!