Food by the Gearhead's Wife

Musings on cooking for a mechanic with a discerning palate

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01 Jul

Done hosting the shadow posting

This is my final post as the Gearhead’s wife.  I feel bad wounding you, loyal readers. All of you who laughed and commented and sought me out at various gatherings…

22 Aug

Earning Wife Stripes

“D’ya wanna go for a couple spins round the track this eve?” This was the Geahead, calling from the kitchen window.  The sun had just crested the horizon and the…

29 May

Electri-fried

Teaching almost broke me.  Really. There was a point, right after my final lecture, where I could finally say to myself: you did it; you got through it.  But then…

23 Feb

A (sort of) List, ‘cause it’s all I’ve got time for:

• It’s reading week, or, as I like to call it, breathing week. • Yes, my head is above water. Barely. My lips keep slipping below the surface and I’m…

15 Nov

Burnt

The Gearhead complained that we never do anything together. I was surprised; I thought he was perfectly content tinkering away on his cars in the barn, (in our garage, tucked…

19 Jul

Charmed

The Gearhead is a charmer. Not like a snake charmer, more like a snake oil salesman. He’s a person who, given a reason and a mind to do so, could…

24 Apr

Wife is a verb 

I’m going to get a t-shirt made. I wife and complain. It’s more accurate. After almost twenty years of marriage, wife as a noun is simply a romantic idea. Let’s…

16 Mar

Drink Me

This is a one way ticket to oblivion.  Sometimes you need something that will blow your mind.  To smithereens.  Especially when your teens manipulate you into escorting them [wife edits:…

07 Feb

Valentines. For reals.

The Gearhead asked me out on a date. Well, sort of.  It was only to accompany him to Canadian Tire to buy a new serpentine belt for my car [wife…

24 Jan

Persimmon Wisdom

The Gearhead collects stuff. [Gearhead edits: hence the moniker] [Wife edits: don’t you love how the Gearhead leans toward formal English when waxing eloquently about the barn? He reserves redneck…

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