If you are driving out in the meadows this week and see a black and white horse with a brightly coloured wing, apple, and heart on her side, you are not losing your mind. You are seeing my plan as …
Category: musings
Patty B, Pemberton Wedding Duck
The sounds of spring are in the air. Birdsong fills the yard, and the egg incubator hums in my living room. Every spring we carefully place colourful, fertilized chicken and duck eggs in the racks and wait patiently, until we …
Dreams of Chicken Soup
I just got over a wicked flu. Flat out for pretty much three weeks. One night as I was trying to get some sleep, in between coughing up a lung and blowing my nose, I could not get Chicken Soup …
Nonna’s Kitchen Table: Mangia! I Love-a You!
The kitchen table, even in full 1970s disco mode, is where family happens. Tanya di Valentino reflects on all she learned at Nonna's table, and how she's trying to pass that on.
Food and Feelings: Jerk
Some foodlovers don't really cook. Blair Kaplan Venables can own that. It just makes her more discerning in her shopping. So when she recommends jerk rub, sit up and listen.
Eggs and the place we call home
The best eggs I’ve ever eaten were done over easy, and served on crusty toasted hazelnut and currant bread that was smothered with melted butter and peanut butter. A strict vegetarian, I hadn’t eaten eggs for years, but started craving …
The Imperfect Table
Imperfectionism, scruffy hospitality, cook book club, it’s all an invitation to reclaim the table as a gathering place. Even when we’re too busy to entertain. Especially then.
The Dirt on Food and it’s Power to Heal
A manifesto, of sorts. To reclaim the table. And map food stories, from the heart of the Pemberton Valley. Grow. Make. Eat. Restore the planet. Without guilt. Without pressure. With joyful messy experimentation, scrappy gardens, candour and dirt.
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