Yesterday I found myself having breafast with a couple palookas old friends at a diner hidden away in an industrial area near highway 401 somewhere in Etobicoke. It turned out to be a really good old-school diner with formica tables and comfy booths and a… Read More
The other day Tuffy P pointed out a review of a little Alderwood lunch joint in the Etobicoke Guardian. It’s on Horner near Thirtieth and it’s called Cafe Tutti. I had noticed it driving by recently but hadn’t stopped in – but I had made… Read More
Although I do most of our grocery shopping at our local No Frills, about once each week I venture up to Dixie and Bloor to shop and my fave Asian market, called Grants (yes there is a picture of General Grant on the sign, accompanied… Read More
I keep a sourdough starter at home, but these days I don’t eat nearly the amount of bread I used to, so I don’t bake it nearly as often either. Once in a while, though, I can’t resist a treat. The other day I baked… Read More
I regularly play Go on Friday nights with an old friend. We’ve been battling one another over the Go board since the mid-80s. Usually when I play Go, Tuffy P goes out to the movies. Well, last night Go was canceled, and Tuffy was at… Read More
My parents brought us kids up to be Canadians. Mom was born in Poland but came over with her family as a young girl. Dad was born in Montreal. His dad moved to Canada from the States at some point along the way. He used… Read More
I love cooking in cast iron pans. I’ve had one around for my entire adult life and these days I suppose I have too many: two 9-inchers (one which lives in the camping box), the big 12-incher, and the extra-deep 9-incher with a lid which… Read More
The Partners and I took off this morning for one of our favourite activities, foraging for mushrooms. We started at a small forest where a friend tipped me to several perfect giant puffballs. The puffballs were in a beautiful 80 acre forest close to my… Read More
I’ve got my pickles fermenting in two containers. One is our bean crock, which lives in the basement because we simply can’t eat a whole crock of beans. The other container is a cookie jar. It reminds me of the cookie jar which sat for… Read More
Regular readers will recall that a while back I make a batch of dill pickles – the preserved kind, not the naturally fermented kind. We gave away several jars of these, and I’ve been gobbling up the ones we kept for ourselves. We’re down to… Read More
