The Gearhead has been remarkably behaved and ordinary of late, leaving me little opportunity to derive inspiration for this blog. [wife edits: that’s right, it’s his fault]. In part, this…
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…
The other day the gearhead stood in the middle of the kitchen with an expression of worry on his face. It is rare to see the man stop moving for…
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 