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So I got an email last week from a 15 year old girl named Logan who wanted to start a food blog. She sounded sufficiently crazy, keen and well-versed in the ways of the blogosphere; a perfect candidate for her own online forum. (And hey, is that a photo of her with Paula Deen?) She called it Teen Culinarian– cute, don’t you think? And she’s already doling out some good advice. Her second post tackles cranberry, orange scones with pecans, which I rook as as good an excuse as any to bake scones on a Sunday morning. You know, not for my sake, but as a personal favour to a friend. You know how it is. Splitting them open and dragging them across the block of butter because all the knives were in the dishwasher – I only do that for people I really like. Of course I had no oranges and was out of pecans, so lemon-walnut it was. When I add any sortContinue reading

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In case you couldn’t tell, this is W as Spiderman as Frozone. I’m a little bit bummed that W wanted to be Spiderman for Halloween, and that Mike gave in and dropped $30 on a costume, complete with ripply muscles, while I was away in Toronto. I kinda wanted to piecemeal together an ensemble for him, staying up late to figure out how to sew it (my friend’s 4 year old wanted to be a “bloody, squished caterpillar”) -although I probably wouldn’t have been able to afford scarring more digits by attempting to use the sewing machine. (By the way -it’s difficult to take your contacts out with two bandaged thumbs. If we had a hidden camera in the bathroom the past ten minutes would probably have made a good little comedy segment.) I love Halloween. It likely has something to do with its proximity to my birthday, or the plethora of candy that comes with it. Or the fact that it falls squarely inContinue reading

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