Talk about an early Christmas present! Although I haven't won anything yet, Margot, over at Coffee and Vanilla has nominated ME, in her Inspiring Food Photography contest this month. Although the competition is quite steep with the the utterly talented Matt and Chicka, I almost feel like filler, ...
Back when I was younger and maybe a little more daring, dinners at home were sure tear jerkers. My room mate and I at the time would frequently bring home or make our own sushi. In fact, it was our equivalent to most other twenty something's macaroni and cheese. About a bottle of sake later, the games would begin.... Starting with a fleck, then working up to a gob, we would up each other's wasabi intake. For those unfamiliar with the powers of the great green Japanese horseradish, wasabi most closely resembles a spicy hot mustard sensation. Serving our sushi with it's typical Wasabi-joyu, soy sauce combination for dipping, we embraced the festivities, upping the ante with the additional blob atop the sushi itself. You see, when wasabi is a even a little over loaded, the sensation is nothing like the burning tongue of a pepper. Starting with a tingle, it continues, flurrying up your nasal passage, stopping only at the bottom of your eye, usually finishing with a tear and a jolt of adrenaline. Watching someone suffer is not only entertaining, but addictive, which, I suppose is why we did it. As juvenile foodies, I'm sure there is much more mischief we could have been getting ourselves into. But oh, it hurt so good.
Wouldn't it just be the way, when I was confronted with this and a box of dusty, old canning jars: "I'm presuming I can finally recycle these?" We were down in the basement purging of it's overwhelming accumulation to free up movement to the laundry and the like. By ...
I think it was my third grade teacher who used to grow these, at least that's the first memory I have of them. I'd never seen anything like them and even at the age of eight, I was fascinated. I had found seeds and tried to grow them myself ...
The farmer's market is quickly getting over populated with produce. Corn, carrots, beans, autumn strawberries, bushels of cucumbers, peppers, romas and the last of the over sized heirloom tomatoes. These are enormous visions of beauty. Flavours of my childhood garden, only in colours, I never then could have imagined. I ...
In honour of my older brother's birthday, I fixed up a little brownie gift. My Brother, shameless carnivore that he is, also loves cherries, so this couldn't have worked out more perfectly. I've been planning my next brownie ever since the last Brownie Babe round ...
Imagine my surprise when I returned from a weekend at my in-laws to find a package wedged in between our front doors; addressed to me! All the way from Austin Texas came a wonderfully sweet gesture of thanks. Yes, the cat's out of the bag, Jerry at ...
After being asked to create a muffin of childlike proportions for the Muffin Monday Round-Up, I was left thinking back, with one memory only. After attending countless birthday celebrations as a child, cake memories tend to blend together; all but one at least. Funny enough, I couldn't ...
Recently, Meeta over at What's for Lunch, Honey posed that very question. I thought about it and figured this should be easy. I'm sorry... but I recycle - a lot, I compost my food waste, we've even changed over our ...
I had heard about Blogging By Mail, or at least seen previous posts about these wonderful care packages people were receiving from similar bloggers paired up from across the globe. Naturally when I saw the call to join, I pounced! Hosted by Stephanie, our perfect matchmaker extraordinare did what ...
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