A few weeks ago my sister and I packed up the family cottage for the winter. While she packed linens, flipped mattresses and vacuumed sand from between the floorboards, I reminisced. I took pictures. I hung out in the shed. I rearranged beach glass in...

Over the month of July we (the crew at Clerisy Entertainment and myself) filmed a 6 episode cooking show pilot. During the development stages, Dale Stevens, the producer and director, emphasized the show would be 'host driven'; how I cook, tell stories, look and feel in the...

  It's time I took donkeys more seriously. Until a recent trip to Spain, I couldn't say the word without channeling Shrek. But everything changed that night in Sitges. We were dining alfresco, almost, at a restaurant aptly called, Alfresco. Part of the restaurant, deep within, is...

Warm, golden yolk on top- love or hate? My first yolk served as a 'sauce' rather than a breakfast dish unto itself was in a rustic Andalusian restaurant in the early 2000's. It was a cold and rainy night, so I ordered warm lentils with crispy...

My plastic green desk chair came from a Halifax yard sale. It was made in an Ikea factory in the 1980's. Who knows where it's been inbetween. I bought the chair because I liked it and it was was cheap. Lately my green chair has...

The day started at 5am with a food styling job for Dr. Joel, a naturopath who was promoting quinoa on Breakfast Television. My job was to make her display gorgeous, filling it with a cornucopia of quinoa cookies, glasses of chocolate banana quinoa smoothies,  quinoa...

The Larousse Gastronomique defines a croquembouche as a 'decorative cone-shaped preparation built up of small items of patisserie and glazed with a caramel syrup to make it crisp...

Last weekend we arrived at my parents house in Sherbrooke Village to a table covered in chanterelles. Outside a chickadee was feeding from my nephew's hand and a cock pheasant was looking through the kitchen window. Idyllic, I know. The land of the Camerons, the...

Food means different things to different people. It's fuel, it fulfils a craving, it's memory, it's comfort. For me it's also a connector, or a portal into someone else's life...

I love one-stop shopping. Especially when it's hot, I've got a 3 year old in tow, and we're out of groceries. It's moments like these that I'm grateful for the Storehouse in the Hydrostone. It's gorgeous in there; the meat is beautifully displayed, their own...

Doesn't this picture softly say, hello summer? A few nights ago some friends and I celebrated July, kid-free, at my mother in law's beautiful lake-side cottage. After a splash in the lake, we cooled off with this cocktail. It was a pot-luch kind of eve and...

It's that time of year again. The fishing rod comes out at dinner parties. He spins the reel while eating breakfast, just to hear that sweet spinning sound. The flies come out at bedtime. He sorts them, admires them, tells me their stories as I...

My aunt Sandra served dinner to the nieces last week. I love going to her home. Sandra is hospitible. She smiles when you walk in. She takes your coat. The table is always set. She doesn't mind when I roam around and take pictures of...

FRIDAY, JANUARY 6, 2012 A January Thought I just found this little 'thought' as I was searching through some files. Sometimes when you read something written a while ago, it feels like you're peering into someone else's life. I liked the sound of these words, the colours,...

I just found this little 'thought' as I was searching through some files. Sometimes when you read something written a while ago, it feels like you're peering into someone else's life. I liked the sound of these words, the colours, the flavours, the ease of...