Food is about family, food is about community, food is about identity. And we nourish all those things when we eat well. —Michael Pollan
Late summer, here in Montréal, our markets, and backyard and community gardens alike, are overflowing with tomatoes; all ripening at once that it’s nearly impossible to keep up with nature by merely consuming them at the usual weekly consumption rate. They are sold dirt cheap, by the bushels, to anyone who is brave enough to venture into a little forward-thinking sauce-making. I may not always be so forward-thinking but I’m a sucker for cheap so this is the time of year when I turn a fairly inexpensive bushel of tomatoes into a healthy supply of pizza sauce. Continue reading “pizza sauce and pizza dough”
One of my son’s closest friends happens to be of Lebanese descent. The first time he went over to his house, he returned home and exclaimed rhetorically “Why can’t you make food like theirs?” I didn’t have much a choice; this one question set into motion the quest to add a few more recipes to our arsenal. Continue reading “middle eastern grilled lamb kafta with tahini yogurt sauce & whole wheat pita bread”
My husband is a mix of German and Acadian descent. From the Acadian side comes a recipe for a traditional roast turkey dinner that we make twice a year, Thanksgiving and Christmas. When I first met my husband, he would follow the recipe he’d been given to a T and was very reluctant on changing anything about it. Although it makes a very delicious meal, there were certain things that I wanted him to change. For example, it mentions using canned cranberry sauce. This was the first thing to go!
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. -Aesop
I have the best neighbours. The kind that appear out of thin air to give your car a push when your wheels are spinning on an icy driveway, but otherwise, you would not even fathom that a family of four lived next door. How they figured out that my children were being deprived of a great childhood joy, I don’t know. But early this year, my neighbour ringed our doorbell, holding two jars of homemade yumness. One of these jars contained homemade Nutella.
Continue reading “chocolate hazelnut spread”