What a beautiful weekend
Wow, after the way “spring” started, I didn’t think we’d see this weather any time soon. We did kind of jump right to summer, a little. But it’s not stupid hot or anything, so it’s good. The Forsythia is in full bloom and the Lilacs will soon be out. “Blossom Sunday” is upon us here in Niagara; a time when historically tourists would come from far and wide to ogle the orchards in full bloom. That doesn’t happen so much anymore, at least not organized tours, but we’re planning on going out to take in the beauty. If I get some good pics, maybe I’ll come back and add them. Or check out my instagram account. Continue reading
Canadian readers will know what I’m talking about when I say “Festive Special.” Every Christmas, a chain called Swiss Chalet offers their quarter chicken dinner with cranberry sauce and a spongy, sage laden side that they call stuffing. It’s sub-par, but the real draw is the package of 5 assorted Lindor chocolates that it comes with. Dark, milk, hazelnut, white and stracciatella, an orb of white chocolate enrobed in more white chocolate, studded with chocolate shards.
Camino unsweetened chocolate, chopped into a pile of delicious shards, ready to create the stracciatella effect.
Old dog, new trick
I make chocolate chip cookies often. My go-to recipe is simple, though I’ve played with it in many ways (surprise, surprise). I’ve added coffee, corn syrup, corn starch, varied the chocolate, changed the flour, patted it into bars… Continue reading
Weekend Weather and Food
It’s been a “mild” weekend. By mild, I mean hovering around the freezing mark. Hey, it’s late February in southern Ontario. It’s been a darn sight colder of late. Zero, or even a degree or two warmer, has been most welcome. We went tobogganing last weekend, given all of the snow we still had from a recent storm. This weekend has been damp, even wet, and we’ve enjoyed lots of family time, and good food.
Mild temps brought rain after much snow Continue reading
I never used to like baking. I always preferred to be able to tweak and play right up to the very end of a dish. I would make a batch of cookies here or there, or maybe a loaf of banana bread, but I just didn’t bake much when I was first married. Much to my husband’s chagrin.
I don’t know what changed. Or exactly when. But somewhere along the way I began to enjoy baking. Cookies, bread, loaves, muffins…