Food by the Gearhead's Wife

Musings on cooking for a mechanic with a discerning palate

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29 Nov

Liver. Whipped.

The gearhead and I have spawned a “goes to eleven” child.  [gearhead edits: 25 years ago I got that as a custom plate for the jaguar to go with the…

22 Nov

Tribute Tarte

I have an extreme fear of public speaking that I have been working through over several years.  This wasn’t always the case.  When I was a kid, I used to…

08 Nov

Bourbon – It’s all in the timing with hearts and glass

An Old Fashioned is a manly cocktail – in the courage and strength way.  When it’s properly made (the drink is bastardized far too easily these days), it’s seductive fragrance…

01 Nov

Spiced Pecans with Autumn Ramblings

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…

23 Oct

Comfort me with Apples

Okay, I stole that title from the wonderful memoir written by one of my favourite food writers, Ruth Reichl.  It’s just so apt, especially after last week’s post. We have…

17 Oct

Green(s) and Bitter(s)

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…

10 Oct

(The illusion of) Fame

Everyone wants to be on TV don’t they?  I can answer that question honestly and say that I don’t.  Really. [wife edits: I have a fear of public speaking].  But…

01 Oct

Pancake Wars

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…

12 Sep

Mad Apples: strangers in a strange land

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…

04 Sep

School Lunch Angst

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)…

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