We had some friends over for dinner last night, and it was lovely: six of us in all, dozens of stories, too many laughs to count. Jessica and Brock were back in St. John’s for… Read More
It’s not the most glamorous drink, but it’s been a go-to thing for me for the better part of a year. Earlier this month, I wrote about my big, ugly fibre-packed bowl of breakfast, and… Read More
For almost a year, I’ve been eating from a breakfast bowl that often isn’t much to look at, but I can say without reservations that it’s had a great effect on my health. The goal… 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