I love the word supper. It sounds cosy and uplifting, like a meal you would need after a hard night’s snowshoeing to rescue an injured baby moose. You stumble home, exhausted but jovial, and your waiting loved ones would bring you supper while you regaled them with the thrilling and humourous tale of how you [...]

When life gives you lemons: squeal like a tipsy pelican. These orbs of wonder were a housewarming party contribution, bless our friends and their tree. In the interests of making this a more blog-sexy pic, I briefly considered putting these babies into a basket, or getting a kitten to hold them or something, but they’re [...]

It’s autumn and I’m stoked and the world keeps giving me fresh food. The other day, a coworker brought in the biggest damn bowl of cherry tomatoes I’ve ever seen — surplus from his crop. Those cherry tomatoes will haunt me in my dreams, as I weep through the tomato shortage of winter. I am [...]

Okay, am I mad, or is this an accurate assessment of language use: when people refer to “[X]-night cooking”, they nearly always mean to suggest that they are tired and don’t want to cook and therefore the recipe must be simple and near-immediate. (Also, where should the question mark go in that sentence? I’m pretty [...]