We went for a drive, and learned how to make pasta
On the weekend, Martha and I drove to Cape Broyle — about an hour south of St. John’s — and spent an afternoon learning how to make pasta. It was one of the best things… Read More
On the weekend, Martha and I drove to Cape Broyle — about an hour south of St. John’s — and spent an afternoon learning how to make pasta. It was one of the best things… Read More
“The test of a cook is how she boils an egg. My boiled eggs are fantastic, fabulous. Sometimes as hard as a 100 carat diamond, or again soft as a feather bed, or running like… Read More
A mug of hot chocolate always eases the sting of a cold winter’s night, and for most of my life, I’ve been content to have a mug of milk (boiling water, if we’re low) heated… Read More
The taproom at Quidi Vidi Brewery in St. John’s has often been a hopping (no pun intended, honest) place most of the times I’ve been there, but it’s quite quiet these days. That’s because the… Read More
It’s a snowy Friday, and I wish you could smell my kitchen. I have two pots on the stove, filled with chicken bones and water. By the end of it, we’ll have stock and plenty… Read More
“In department stores, so much kitchen equipment is bought indiscriminately by people who just come in for men’s underwear.”— Julia Child A note: Julia Child’s kitchen (not the TV set version, but the real one… Read More