I’ve had a lot of people inquire lately about homemade yogurt – how to do it using the good old pot-jar-towel method – and yes, it’s really that easy, even when it’s close to 30 below (!!) outside. All you need to do is keep the jar warm (glass provides good insulation) and leave it to make itself. I’ve posted the formula over at the Family Kitchen.

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring – except for a louse. And several hundred of his little buddies. Did you know that’s where the word lousy comes from? And nitpicking? I get it now. Yes, Christmas this year was made memorable by lice, gastrointestinal distress and more laundry in two days than I usually do in a week. On Christmas morning it was decided that we probably shouldn’t make our usual rounds, despite W sporting a freshly shaved head and snug toque, lest we spread more than love this holiday season. So we stayed home, and in fact still have unwrapped gifts under the tree to be opened at such time as we can be declared free and clear. On the upside, there was this turkey – a 22 lb. heritage breed from Winter’s. Divine. Late in the morning we stuffed it, buttered it, salt and peppered it, and let the oven do the rest. ThereContinue reading

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Italy, meet the Ukraine. Isn’t it wonderful when all nations get together in joyous harmony at Christmas? It hasn’t been all joy and harmony around here. Mike has some sort of stomach flu, it appears W is getting same, and just as I was ushering him (W) into the tub for a much-needed bath this afternoon (having severely cut his toe a few nights ago, he got a get-out-of-baths-free card for a couple days), we got a call from the parents of his kindergarten BFF, away for Christmas, reporting a lice infestation on the head of said BFF. And they all shared Santa hats at their Christmas concert. We checked W’s head. Ew. I’ve never seen lice before, but we are now well acquainted. Ew ew ew ew ew ew ewwwww. How could we not have noticed this? With all the snuggling and head kissing? Shudder. This afternoon I planned to make stollen and my Grandma’s peanut brittle to bring around to various parties andContinue reading

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OK, all this talk of Hanukkah and latkes finally made me break down and make some. Every year I do this, and every year I’m reminded of how easy it is to make them, and how delicious they are. It may come as no surprise that I’m a fan of a) curry, and b) sweet potatoes, and so when I happened upon c) curried sweet potato latkes, I had to make them. And really? Wow. They’re like latkes extreme, especially with a blob of sour cream to cool down the heat (you’ll be gobbling them straight from the pan, right?) and warm spice. I posted the recipe over at Family Kitchen.

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Although I ate a ton this weekend, I didn’t actually cook any of it. For real. (So then why is my kitchen still a total disaster?) It’s not that the kitchen sat empty – Mike used it. He made me a peanut butter pie. A month or so ago I stumbled across this, and emailed a few people who I knew may be on birthday cake duty with the subject line: I want this for my birthday. And so he made it. I know – first meat hand, now peanut butter pie. Will the romance ever end? Give me coffee in bed and peanut butter pie over roses and diamonds any day. And it was delicious, even. Ringed with salted peanuts he crushed in the mortar & pestle and carefully topped with chocolate curls Sue (who flew in from BC) and I could hear him struggling with from the other room. This is all that was left this morning – my mom and dad bickeredContinue reading

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Hey guys, meet hand. I mean – hey you guys! Meat hand! I totally can’t take credit for this. I saw it over at Not Martha last year and thought she was a genius (the kind I love most), and was reminded of it yesterday while I was in Red Deer teaching cooking classes. I sent Mike an email with a link, asking if he had a chance could he possibly make a humanesque hand out of meatloaf while I was gone? For BT in the morning? Still on the foggy highway at almost 11, I didn’t want to be making a hand out of meat at 2 in the morning. (Not that making bloody custard sauce was much better. But that’s nowhere near as good a story.) A dozen roses could not have said I love you more than walking in the door to a homemade meat hand. With real mashed potatoes, which really just serve to define meat hand. He shaped it himself,Continue reading

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Back from a day full of classes in Red Deer – prepping for an early morning Halloween show on BT and party at W’s school – I’ve just made vats of icing (and while doing so stained my fingers a deep indigo) and divvied up little baggies of candies and shoestring licorice (for the chocolate truffle spiders) – and in my absence Mike made me a meat hand. Is that love or what? But I was thinking on the drive back about beet cake – what else does your mind wander to on the highway? George Clooney? (Perhaps he was delivering me the beet cake for my breakfast in bed.. ) And I realized a lot of you asked for it but I didn’t post it. Here it is. (W decorated this one, and found it difficult to evenly distribute the sprinkles atop the cake.) I’ll be wearing a whoopie cushion suit on BT tomorrow morning. (In approximately 6 hours.) I can’t wait to askContinue reading

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