Cassava tastes good if it doesn’t kill you

There are days I cook dangerously, and days I cook dangerously. Today was the latter. I picked up some of this: Cassava. If you’re from most parts of the world, you already

Christmas trees aren’t good eating

I’m not sure what I was expecting when I picked up a jar of spruce tips from our local market forager guy. I think they’re one of those things that

How do ya like them grapples?

Let me tell you a little story. When a mommy and a daddy love each other very much… And the mommy looks like this And the daddy looks like this

Icewine! It’s what’s for dinner

Icewine is a pretty cool strange food, pardon the pun. I was lucky enough to have received a few bottles as gifts recently, but my fellow potential tasters were less

Hello Jello! – what to do with licorice root powder

Are you a black licorice person? I find people are, or they’re not. I am. Are you a Sambuca person? If you’re not a black licorice person, you’re probably also

Moving difference, chocolate chip cookies, and Wendy Babcock

This post is will be a bit different from my usual fear-factor-yet-delicious-and-cute cooking blog (and the keyword searches keep coming). One day, some time ago, through the information superhighway, “Moving

Gooseberry cheesecake – only slightly hairy

My husband is not very hairy. He has a good sense of humour, though, so as a result, other man friends will sometimes tease him about his hairlessness. I have

Pemmican – not just for dinner anymore!

This is a very exciting post, because it’s my participation in the “Great Canadian Blog Bash.” Apparently a whole mess of Canadians are sharing a Canadian themed post, and then

Rhubarb rhubarb rhubarb bread

The other day, I was having one of those days. I’ve been training for the “Cycle for Sight” – a 140Km bike ride this coming Saturday – so I’ve been

Weird ice cream is still good ice cream

This will be a very quick post, because I didn’t actually cook anything this time. Easy peasy! There’s a little “express,” grocery store at the end of our street, and