I’m not some nutjob you  know.  I do, on occasion, buy preprepared foods.   Frozen stuff.  And stuff in bottles.  That kind of thing.  We don’t eat a lot of it, mainly because I don’t like how it tastes. But there are certain things that  just aren’t worth the pain of making.  Things like [...]

The very first thing I ever learned to cook was pizza.  I started around grade 8 and spent the next 472 years trying to perfect it.  I’m about halfway there. The first big breakthrough I had was a couple of years ago when I started to BBQ my pizza.  Up until then I’d tried everything [...]

I’m about to say something very, very controversial and I want you to prepare yourselves for it.  By prepare yourselves, I mean get ready to gasp and slap the person sitting closest to you.  It’s entirely possible someone is about to take legal action against me for what I’m about to say.  Someone might indeed [...]

It’s the age old question.  What would your last meal be?  Or a less electric chair way to think about it,  if you could only eat one dinner for the rest of your life, what would it be?  O.K.  Fine.  Plain and simple.  What’s your favourite meal?   For me … it would be a [...]

Last week I gave you a recipe for the salad that could land me in culinary jail. It included sugared/spiced pecans. A few of you out there asked for the recipe for these smashing little nuts. Since I am both a proponent of and a bit of an expert in smashing nuts I am proud [...]

Since it’s January and since he’s been acting crotchety lately, I thought now would be a good time to hit up the fella’s father for his list of true soups.   I recognized he was particularly crotchety on Christmas Eve when Santa entered through the front door, all the kids gathered around stunned and gasping, [...]

 Prologue And so I screamed at the chef, “Oh YEAH?  Well you can SUCK IT”.  And then we stormed out of there tooting and drooling all the way. Chapter 1 (3 weeks  ago) My sister and I went to a Country Club for lunch with our mother and a couple of friends.  Our friends happen [...]

So I still haven’t baked.  A thing.  I’m not a baker.  My guess is it’s because I don’t like baked goods.  Unless it happens to be a baked antojito. You can take your cakes and pies and cookies and shove em in that hole in your mouth, but I’ll take a bag of chips over [...]

I shouldda been a farmer.  If given the choice between living in a penthouse in New York City and a farm in the middle of Montana with a  herd of cattle and shotgun, I’d pick the shotgun every time.   Well, not necessarily the shotgun, but the farm setting.  Where sometimes you need a shotgun. [...]