The gearhead and I celebrated 15 years of marriage the other day. Well, celebrated probably isn’t the right word because we didn’t: go out for a romantic dinner for two…
I operate in a frenetic fog. Not by choice. It’s the nature of full time work, raising a family [wife edits: I use the verb loosely] and a commitment to…
This is a dish that I crave year round but it can’t be replicated with store-bought produce during the depths of winter – I’ve tried with disappointing results. It’s addictive…
The school lunch box stares up at me with vacuous vacancy. It’s maddeningly indifferent to the anxieties it provokes. Doesn’t it understand that I’m beginning the very long (seemingly endless)…
In my last post, some of you may have detected the barely concealed restraint as I described what a gearhead is. While I was snapping photos and typing away, the…
Many of you have asked (and rightly so), what is a gearhead? It’s a good question, especially posed against the food blog focus. For all you likeminded and unwary gearheads…
The gearhead is on to me about my plan to infiltrate his dinners with more vegetarian fare. Before this blog, he accepted the chance disappearance of meat at some of…
So it turns out I didn’t learn to grout this past weekend and I did have time to make jam [wife edits: recipe for Blue Raspberry Jam with Chambord to…
This salad is one that sets off fantastic fireworks on your tongue – and flavours that might linger a little while after dinner. It’s a bit strong for the kids…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 