Cooking with kids is not just about ingredients, recipes, and cooking. It’s about harnessing imagination, empowerment, and creativity. -Guy Fieri
This is an easy muffin recipe, perfect for getting the kids involved as it does not require a stand mixer. We got a little creative and replaced the usual cinnamon for rosemary!
This tart may look like a lot of work but it is super easy and perfect to make with kids. And even better is that it is so delicious and full of apple goodness. The only prerequisite of course is that you like apples!
Summer has come and passed, the innocent can never last. Wake me up when September ends. -Green Day
Apple picking is a ritual in these parts at this time of the year. It marks the end of summer perhaps more notably than the autumnal equinox itself.
Chicken Marsala rightfully claims the title as a classic dish. It is made with a few basic ingredients and is ridiculously easy to prepare and yet, so full of rich flavour. It’s amazing what a little Marsala wine can do to chicken and mushrooms.
While half of the world lives autumn, the other half lives spring. Have you noticed how balanced our life always is? -Roxana Jones
Happy Equinox! Today the sun is perfectly poised to shine directly on the equator. Of course, it is the Earth’s tilt that changes our position relative to the Sun. A tilt of merely 20-some-odd degrees and seasons happen!
Radishes are often thought of as a spring vegetable. Here in Montréal, they are one of the first of our local crop to debut at the market in early spring. But radishes are more correctly a cool weather vegetable and can be cultivated here all the way into late fall. They also have a short time to maturity ensuring that they can be harvested many times during their growing season. Here are two quick and easy ways to enjoy this cool weather friend.
I’ll give you everything I am, all my broken heartbeats, until I know you’ll understand.
And I will make sure to keep my distance, say I love you when you’re not listening. -Christina Perri
I was recently reminded of a beautiful friend. It’s strange that I would need to be reminded of him because there was once a time when it was only him.
Great food knows no borders.
I was three years old when, on an otherwise ordinary November day, we made our journey from our tiny ancestral village in Gujarat, India to Canada. Although, we wore our best clothing, I am sure, by Western standards, we did not purport to anyone of great status, nor were we. But unknown to even ourselves, we carried great treasures with us that day.