And a new toilet. Mike and I installed one our very own selves. (Since then, Mike has been running around the house in slow-mo – arms in the air, singing We Are the Champions. We planned to do it at around dinnertime, knowing that our handy neighbours would be home around then in case we needed backup (we did, due to our 100 year old house’s extremely wonky floors). After, we drank cold Strongbow with our friends/neighbours on the lawn as our assorted toddlers played with pushy things and W tormented one of their cats. And when we finally came inside it was pushing 8, so W had Raisin Bran and dried apricots, and I cooked up some bison bacon I had bought earlier specifically for the occasion of a perfectly ripe, buttery avocado, and turned both into sandwiches on toasted grainy bread. Bison bacon is very lean – much like back bacon, only leaner, and quite salty. A perfect pairing with soft avocado. SoContinue reading

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I haven’t been fully awake since arriving in Tofino, but haven’t managed to sleep much either. I’ve been hanging on the edge of full consciousness, spaced out, feeling like I could curl up and sleep for two days. In this state I’ve had little interest in cooking despite the fresh air and open kitchen, and haven’t prepared anything beyond oatmeal for breakfast and toast with peanut butter. If my Mom wasn’t here, I’m sure I’d let myself live on eggs on toast and spoonfuls of peanut butter all week. I think I may have coming-home syndrome, something I’m not all too familiar with having spent the majority of my adult life in the same city as my parents, and as such not really ever having the opportunity to really come home to the house I grew up in to stay and sleep and be cooked for and taken care of, an experience I always envy when my friends go home for Thanksgiving or Christmas. When I walkedContinue reading

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Good news: I think I’ve found my new favourite way to eat broccoli. We had a head in the fridge that needed out of its misery. I briefly pondered broccoli-cheese soup or Classy Chicken… I don’t dislike broccoli, but I must say I’m rarely inspired by it. I’ll eat it on a veg & dip platter, mostly because those little trees can hang on to a lot of dip and I feel virtuous for it. (The broccoli part, not so much the dip.) I was pondering the fact that my favourite way to cook vegetables is to roast them, and yet I’ve never roasted broccoli. I’ve never heard of anyone else roasting it, either. (Which is not to say it hasn’t been done – I’m certain it has!) So I cut it into fairly small florets and the stalk into chunks, tossed them with oil, spread them out on a baking sheet and roasted them at 450F for about 20 minutes. Then I grated a bit ofContinue reading

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The boys, anyway. I left at 3:30 to teach a class in Red Deer with Erin, and didn’t get home until well past midnight. (It’s pushing 1 now, and I have to be up at 5:30 to go to the Eyeopener tailgate party at CBC. I have the sausage and beer, so they can’t really start without me.) W is on a pizza kick, and I didn’t want to make it too easy for them to order one (or more likely two) in my absence. These are like pizza pockets if they had pizza pockets in Europe, which I’m sure they do. (Not really calzone; more compact and less stuffed.) I thawed a wad of pizza dough and baggie of roasted peppers (they freeze beautifully if you buy a bunch to roast while they’re in season and cheap, or if you visit Vancouver and buy a suitcasefull for 65 cents a pound and just wear all your clothes at once when you come back on the plane) andContinue reading

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I am not liking this getting dark at 5 o’clock business – it is not helping at all with my dinnertime photo sessions. I may have to revert to Lunch with Julie. Remember that beef tenderloin steak I brought home from Murrieta’s? It turned into two mighty fine grilled sandwiches. Thankfully (or perhaps not considering how many mini chocolate bars remain in the house) my gut forgave me and I got my appetite back. I attempted a sort of Philly cheesesteak by sauteing a half onion and red pepper with some garlic and sandwiching them with the thinly sliced steak remains and a bit of grated cheese between two slices of grainy bread drizzled on the outside with olive oil. I mean – look at this! It always amazes me how much you can get out of leftovers from a restaurant – I used to make a habit of asking the server to pack up half my meal as soon as I got to thatContinue reading

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Let’s talk about grilled cheese sandwiches. Because there is far more to talk about than Kraft singles vs. the real thing. Tonight I had a double header; I started out emceeing the launch of Read Alberta Magazines Month at Art Central, and then went to cook/teach at a private party until after midnight. As I was leaving, Mike was making grilled cheese sandwiches for himself and W. Mike makes a pretty fantastic grilled cheese, but our friend J turned us on to a new trick that I think makes her an official Genius. (She should have a business card just like Wile E. Coyote; a plain one, that specifies only: genius.) Ready for it? She stirs grated Parmesan cheese into the softened butter before spreading it on the outside of the bread, creating an extra dimension of crusty cheesiness. I KNOW! (Also a good idea when making grilled cheese: minced purple onion and tomato in the middle with old cheddar. Or a smear of sundried tomato pesto.) I’mContinue reading

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I found two more perfectly ripe avocados in my mailbox this afternoon. (Thanks Andres!) So, as is always the case when the avocado window of opportunity is open, I take it. I had tomatoes. I had some leftover (applesauce) chicken. I had iceberg lettuce. I had cilantro. I even had cheddar and feta cheese. And salsa. I wished I hadn’t used up my stash of corn tortillas in the freezer, but at least I had whole wheat flour ones. Something Mexican could come of all this. I rinsed off and sliced up the chicken and tossed it with a squirt of lime juice, a sprinkle of cumin and chili powder. Everything else was sliced or diced and wrapped in a warmed tortilla. W wouldn’t tackle it though, so he ate the last of last night’s spaghetti and meatballs.

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As a kid, I hated avocados. Thankfully, I got over it. I like mustard now too, but I still can’t stand black licorice. I don’t even like it when other people eat it. You know how some people can pick up cigarette breath from a mile away? That’s me with black licorice breath. As far as dinner goes this probably doesn’t look like much, but the image above is larger than it appears. Literally – these mamas are huge. I’ve been waiting all summer long for Andrés to bring in his massive, buttery yellow Semil avocados, and they finally flew in last week. He emailed me from his blackberry as soon as he got word that they were flying over Thunder Bay – how’s that for service? And when I got the specimens in my hands, two of them at well over a pound each, easily twice the size of an average avocado, he instructed me to wrap them in newspaper and sit them inContinue reading

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An emotionally exhausting and headache-inducing day. Didn’t much feel like cooking. Did feel much like eating. I had some hummus in the fridge that I made on the weekend (it improves after a few days), and when I stopped at my mum’s I borrowed – without any intention of returning – some shredded roast chicken from the fridge. (It’s OK, I knew they were going for sushi tonight and didn’t have plans for it.) So we spread some hummus on whole wheat tortillas and laid strips of chicken on top, and only because I had some in the fridge, I snipped over some parsley just to get something green into us. It took about four minutes. I’m hoping to see this sandwich again soon; maybe tomorrow. W picked out the chicken and flicked off any bits of green, and we ate them on the couch accompanied by a particularly comforting episode of Laverne and Shirley. (The show ended, as it often does, with Shirley wrapped in a fuzzy pinkContinue reading

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