One of my son’s closest friends happens to be of Lebanese descent. The first time my son went over to his friend’s, 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 “a jar of kindness & chocolate hazelnut spread”