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…
My mother had a visceral relationship with pastry that I was close to inheriting. For her, learning to cook was a prerequisite for marriage dictated by my father, alongside learning…
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 weekend was supposed to be free; free from travel, free from entertaining, free from obligations. I started dreaming mid-week about the jams and pickles I want to process. I’m…
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…
