There are those trips that you vividly remember the architecture, the scenery or the adrenaline-rushing adventure. Our recent trip to Australia with Sherri and Phread to commemorate some 40th birthdays had most of those aspects but also included a healthy … Continue reading
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We woke at an eager time (in vacation world) of 6:45 AM to visit the Barossa Farmers Market. We found some great vendors for splendid local produce, meats, confections, flowers. Now comes the time to indulge! This afternoon – we … Continue reading
The owner of the Dairyman Cottage has provided some of his farm’s bacon and terrific tasting fennel seed spiked sausage. Top that off with some French toast, Nutella and Mimosas… irresistible way to start the day!
Our quartet has arrived – after many hours of travelling we are at the Dairyman’s Cottage for a few days to rest, relax and wander around the Borassa valley. We were greeted by a scarlet mutt named Ruby. We entered … Continue reading
I have been a bit delinquent with posting new material to the blog – mostly due to September rearing its ugly head as we all settle back into the routine and drudge of post-summer life. I vow to post more … Continue reading
Eric and I are currently in Ottawa for some family celebrations. When planning our trip, we decided to tack on a day at either end to reconnect with some friends in the area. The reminiscing and storytelling was in full … Continue reading
My dear friend, Rachel, revealed exciting news a few weeks ago during one of our Scrabble Sundays… and last night, our Scrabble quartet got to meet the lucky fellow, her Peruvian suitor, who will be whisking her away from Winnipeg in … Continue reading
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Nothing is simpler and more reminiscent of the dog days of summer than a ripe and juicy tomato. Biting into a sun-warmed tomato like it is an apple, letting the seeds and juices run down your chin, is an experience … Continue reading
I confess – I am obsessed with fennel – less the seed and more the bulb. I don’t know if it is due to its absence from my childhood palate or its pronounced yet sublime anise flavour. I love it shaved … Continue reading
One of my uncles used to tell a story about his many thwarted attempts to visit New Zealand. He always ended the story with an expression of exquisite agony, saying “and, oh, the fish and chips!” Claude’s roasted potatoes last … Continue reading
à la Claude 