When I arrived at the racetrack, the Gearhead’s car was marooned on the tarmac, a red, black and yellow beacon signaling—unmistakable—abandonment. In the moment it took to register the empty…
“How was your holiday?” “Great. Really relaxing. Yours?” “Great” Standing in the staff kitchen, waiting for the kettle to boil, I’ve resisted expanding this brief exchange to include some of…
“where’s the meat?!” I wonder sometimes if the Gearhead asks this question as a form of ritual, you know, to get in touch with his Neanderthal roots. For a split…
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…
Gearhead: “Do you want to see my new helmet?” Wife: “Sure” [don’t ask about the price tag – wife bites her tongue – bravo wife!] Gearhead hands wife a large…
I have struggled these last few weeks to write this post. Not because pizza dough is scary. Nothing like that. More because I’m intimidated by writing this opening paragraph. I…
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…
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…
Food by the Gearhead's Wife 