I’m just going to come out and say it. Even if I am tooting my own horn.
These here handpies are a really, really good idea. I defy any meatloaf haters out there to not fall in love
Just don’t call them meatloaf until they’ve tried them. Meat pies with a cheddar cheese crust will do just fine for starters…
You may have noticed things are starting to look a little different around here. A lot different, actually.
Something happens to a blog design after a couple of years. One day it’s fine; the next day, it’s been kicked to the curb. Reasons vary, but in my case, this time, I just got tired of the old look. It was crowded, overwhelming and stale.
Being me, I decided this at 11pm on a Tuesday night. Continue reading
Did you know that some of your favourite foods came about by mistake? Here’s a couple of my favourite examples:
And what does that have to do with IV and hamburger buns, you might ask? Well, it seems I made a wee mistake myself… Continue reading
What do you like with your apple pie?
The choices are diverse — more goes with apple pie than pretty much any other dessert — ice cream, whipped cream, caramel sauce, creme anglaise, just to name a few. My family’s favourite accompaniment, a wedge of sharp cheddar, isn’t as common as it once used to be, but I know a few people who like a nice piece of cheese with their slice of apple pie.
The apples are just starting to fall off the trees here, and the other evening, when I was out walking with the dog, we passed a small orchard. My mind was already wandering, and before I knew it, I had cheese pastry on the brain. Koda and I were almost ran home so I could make the pastry and get it in the fridge before we all went to bed. Continue reading
I have a condiment problem. My bottled-sauce inventory is very much like the world’s oceans — rising and falling throughout the year, but usually in relative state of balance — not too many, not too few, but just enough.
Except for the past couple of months. It’s well beyond out of control. They’re packed in the cupboard above the stove, in the door of the fridge, and I’ve had to move a small selection to the pantry cupboard, because I’m out of room. The number of bottles shows no sign of decreasing without a concerted effort. Continue reading