I worked at a frozen yogurt shop the summer I was sixteen. I remember bicycling to work, the wind lifting my pony-tail as I coasted straight down steep Sackville Street all the way to the waterfront. We served soft serve yogurt milkshakes, yogurt sundaes covered in...

This morning I stepped outside the back door into a glazed wonderland. It was as if everything  - the steps, the frozen ground, the tiniest branches - had been candied in sugar syrup. My car even looked like a giant marron glacé; I had to crack it...

I’ve been collecting mentors my whole life. Friendship mentors, dating mentors, cooking mentors, writing mentors and parenting mentors. Cathy is my 'mother of boys' mentor. The other day she was in town and we visited over coffee, I hung on her every word. Cathy and her family...

“Dad," I asked over the phone the other night, “did you like Jell-O as a kid?” I know we didn’t eat it when I was young, neither the proper English, homemade kind, or the industrial Jell-O from a package. I had a vague memory of...

Social media feeds are a-buzz with discussions on January diets, detoxes, dry January and veganuary. Guess what? I’m in on it too. I’ve been following cookbook author Anna Jones’s seven day ‘reset’ since Sunday. But unlike a diet or a cleanse, it’s just a week...

I called my parents today on speaker phone as I took down the Christmas tree. It was nice to have their company;  I missed being with them after a Christmas of togetherness. Their house is quiet now that we've all vacated. Food is still coming from...

When life gives you lemons I’m sitting in my kitchen, Sarah McLachlan’ Song for a Winter’s Night is filling the room. In my hand is a cup of hot lemon - that concoction of lemon, honey and ginger that is both soothing and nostalgic. My mother used...

Love after Love  In the wake of last week's 'tundra' trifle, I bring you an easy chocolate mousse for your holiday dessert needs. I've chosen mousse because it's both magically light and dense, rich and creamy, but also because it's a make-ahead dessert. Yes, trifle is as well, but...

I didn’t grow up eating trifle. We lived in the South when I was little, so my mom folded southern classics into our holiday repertoire: pecan pie, lemon chess pie, chocolate chess pie… and they became our traditions. For me, a trifle was something my...

Welcome to Part Two of Side Dishes, The Food Podcast mini series exploring the Flavours of Home. In this episode, Australian writer Maggie MacKellar shares the flavours of her home on a Tasmanian merino wool sheep farm. Maggie begins with thoughts on...

These are the most important things in your home, my grandfather used to say. We have a bright red front door and a big kitchen table, but our bed was the pits. So with my grandfather in mind, last month we bought a new one. After a few weeks...

A chef I follow recently tweeted: STOP PUTTING A 9,000 WORD STORY ABOUT YOUR GRANDMOTHER IN FRONT OF YOUR RECIPE. NOBODY CARES. ALL I WANT IS THE BREAD FLOUR RATIO FOR BAGELS. GRANNY'S TRIP TO THE NEWARK COUNTRY FAIR IN 1922 HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH THAT...

Uber Eats and the Demise of the TEAM  This was our television when I was a kid. Except the dial on our Sony Trinitron was higher up on the right hand side; I remember this because eventually it broke (from little sisters turning channels really fast) and we...

"I know, I'll make cookies!" When we first viewed our house before buying it, I lingered in the cozy little kitchen, trying not to look too hard at the owner's cookbook collection on the shelves above the washing machine. But I couldn't help myself; there was a life story...