While in the Arena…Rice Pudding

Here’s a true story from my life. I once spent almost a year trying to perfect a recipe for the perfect rice pudding. Then one day, just as everyone that I knew was getting sick of eating it, I did; creamy, not dry, the right amount of cinnamon, plump moist raisins and a warm vanilla…

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I’ll admit to being a Luddite, I am more comfortable in the past, the way past, but every now and then I surface to take in the present. Yesterday while on a trip to Toronto, including a planned pit stop at Pusateri’s (grocery store/take out for the very rich, btw not me) in Bayview Village,…

Two Receipts for Apple Jelly

It’s that time of the year again where instinctively I feel that I must start canning and jamming to ward off the impending winter’s doom. I don’t know why, but I do know that if I don’t, a general feeling of unease inhabits my kitchen for most of the winter until I can make things…

An apple a day…

My Nan made the best apple pie, sweet, liberally laced with cinnamon and heavy with apples, the crust always flaky and golden brown. Like most grandmothers, she never measured, and like most grandchildren, I was too busy doing other things to notice. And now she is  gone, and pie has become a taste memory, never…

A Saturday in Ottawa.

I try to go away every Labour Day weekend if only to distract me from the inevitable, and to drsg out summer as long as I can. This past labour day weekend found us in Ottawa, a city that I love, it’s full of interesting things to see, the Parliament Buildings, the National Gallery, etc.…