Europe is f%*king expensive. [wife edits: in case you missed it, that’s percent star expensive – sub in whatever beautiful artifact you’ve just been looking at and multiply it’s price…
We’re home after three weeks away in England and France. The Gearhead and I planned this vacation over several years: a week in England visiting family and the London sites,…
“Why don’t you make normal jams, like strawberry? Why does it always have to be some weird hybrid? “I missed strawberries this year” I guess he didn’t read that post.…
Fixing cocktails is mandatory around here, where you’re liable to trip up on an extra vehicle or two you know you didn’t discuss purchasing. Something cool and refreshing that softens…
Can she write about broccoli, a casting call and a racecar all in one post? Of course she can! She’s the gearhead’s wife; part superhero, part peon to mediocrity. She…
Ah Montreal. Likely the only city that could seduce me to enjoy watching auto racing. It surprised me how I enjoyed watching the cars move around the circuit. It intrigued…
Once in a while, over the last seventeen years or so, the Gearhead asks me to go somewhere with him. Kind of like a date. It makes me feel that…
Gearhead: “Do you want to see my new helmet?” Wife: “Sure” [don’t ask about the price tag – wife bites her tongue – bravo wife!] Gearhead hands wife a large…
The gearhead isn’t one for surprises. Usually. But on a quiet Sunday morning he announced casually, as if he were announcing the day’s weather, that he had probably sold my…
My go to sore throat tonic: hot buttered rum for one. As a kid, my favourite life saver flavour was butter rum, but the cloying candy version is a pale…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 