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…

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…

Thank you Marion Kane

I’ve been missing my Mom a lot lately. Probably because I’m working on a few decorating projects around my house.  A passion for decor and design was the one thing that my Mom and I had in common. I could always count on her for a colour consult.  Interior design was always neutral ground. My…

The comfort of pudding

When I was at chef school, a long time ago, we didn’t study puddings, we didn’t make puddings, and we didn’t eat them, not even in the privacy of our own kitchens, they were as we were told, “too homey,” which meant, too working class, unforgivably, thickened with cornstarch, and therefore, too common; dismissed as…