Category Archives: Recipe
I was already juggling a couple of things I wanted to do on a recent mid-week night when I stopped by The Cookbook Store to check out the latest offerings and chat with its resident maven/manager and my longtime buddy Alison Fryer.
I’ve been championing Brussels sprouts for many moons.
Some time in the 1990s, when I was food editor for the Toronto Star, I penned a piece on “underdog foods” in which I named those that have a bad rep, some of them for no apparent or justifiable reason.
The list included these items: Liver, prunes, turnips, tofu, tapioca — and Brussels sprouts.
When a reader of this blog e-mailed me with a question about my recipe for Jewish Chicken Soup — the best medicine I know for whatever ails body or soul — we had an exchange about the source of that recipe: my esteemed colleague and longtime restaurant critic for the Globe & Mail, Joanne Kates.
I wrote this column that appeared in the Toronto Star in May, 2002, after attending the James Beard Awards in New York. There, I managed to secure an interview with chef Michael Lomonaco who escaped the attack on the Twin Towers a few months earlier by what can only be described as a miracle.
There’s a chill in the air. Time to get out the vintage velvet jackets and enjoy the onset of fall. It’s been a sweaty summer and I’m looking forward to a kinder, gentler season reminiscent of my formative spent in London, England, where spring and autumn actually exist.
Here is a link to my audio podcast “Nugget Man” on SoundCloud.
Recently, Ross and I mulled over ideas of where to take a much-needed one-week vacation.
In May, we’d been to London (U.K.) to visit my mum — a fantastic two weeks spent wandering, sleuthing and noshing our way around the wondrous city where I spent formative years. (See previous blogs for more.)
I’ve written about the wondrous little downtown Montreal wine bar called Pullman before. At that time, I also noted the wisdom of gleaning tips from those who work in restaurants when it comes to sleuthing a locale’s top spots to nosh.
When I get obsessed with a recipe, it pervades my waking and sleeping hours.
Of late, it’s been peach galette, how much ground almonds to use in the layer below the peaches, what oven temperature, how long to bake — the list goes on. Then comes the testing and re-testing until Ross and I are eating the dessert daily and the freezer is full of various renditions, all clearly labelled.
I’ve been meaning to make the trip to Orillia — a place you can’t miss about an hour’s drive north of Toronto en route to Muskoka’s cottage country — for many years.
The reason, of course, is food — in this case, one of my absolute favourites: butter tarts.