Dining with Dubya

Even if you get to sit at the same table as a former president, as I was lucky enough to do a couple of days ago at an event in Monreal, you don’t really get to know him. Still, this is a food blog and I had lunch with George W. Bush, so, I am […]

Farm to fork redux

I thought I’d share part of an e-mail I got from L after she had read the post below. A light-hearted reminder that pragmatism is always on the menu: “So, I will get chicken breast and romaine lettuce for dinner?  And then we are going to the fitness centre. Sorry I didn’t raise and kill […]

Sunday night bad

We eat pretty well most nights and try to stick to real food that tastes good. But Sundays are one of the few times in the week we’re all together for dinner and a little deviation from the norm is okay every once in a while. Tonight was one of those nights. Chicken fried steak […]

Flu stew

L and I usually go out for dinner on Friday nights. We always go to the same place, a neighbourhood restaurant that has become an institution in this city. The food is solid North American diner food; nothing fancy, but fresh and home-made, if not healthy (I take that back, the salads are wonderfully wholesome). […]

Carrot week

A multitude of wonderfully crunchy carrots are still to be found among the weeds that have prospered in my vegetable garden this year. The onions were puny and malformed, the tomatoes underwhelming but for some reason the carrots and beets thrived. (My guess is that cool, rainy summers are good for both carrots and weeds, […]

Swans, scones and summer’s gone

Thanksgiving at the lake is always a bittersweet end to the cottaging season. With the boat drydocked, the dock out and the Adirondack chairs stacked and covered, it’s tough to pretend that it’s just a really chilly August day. Maybe that’s why we close up on Thanksgiving weekend; cooking a full turkey dinner for 12 […]

Clan bake

“What good are the Scots?” my English friend asked the other night after a wide sampling of various beverages. I didn’t rise (much) to the bait as he listed the many faults of my ancestors , but I had to admit to myself afterward that he got me with this one: “You certainly can’t eat […]