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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 