The 2014 movie Chef is a family favourite. It was definitely on high rotation for my boys. Sure there was lots of great food, but at it’s core it’s a father and son journey. A father and son’s boy’s own adventure where they discover things about themselves and their relationship over a shared experience. In this case a food truck.
The kitchen of my grandmother was filled with contradictions. She was Italian but my grandfather was Ukrainian. She would effortlessly blend these two culinary cultures so that most meals consisted of comforting foods from each. This achievement went under recognized by most of us as the reality of the situation was my grandmother wasn’t the best cook. She didn’t really feel comfortable in the kitchen. Keep on reading!
About 20 years ago my sister gave me a pressure cooker for Christmas. My response was “Hey, it’s a pressure cooker?!?” cue forced smile. She laughed at me and said “You know, you are going to love it.”. That was a dubious endorsement as my sister is not known for her culinary skills. She also provided me with a copy of Lorna Sass’s Great Vegetarian Cooking Under Pressure, which by the way is still in print. Keep on reading!
So I’ve been on a bit of a blogging chocolate kick for the past few weeks. Of course I was focusing on all the lovely sweet things that can be done with chocolate because that’s what my family wants. People have been polite with their comments regarding chocolate, both here and on my Instagram feed.
I view the comments section of my blog as a place for conversation. You know, the kind of conversation that we might have at a dinner party. It’s suppose to stretch all of us. And thanks to fellow blogger Dangerspouse I’ve been able to stretch my use of chocolate to some ripping good savoury dishes. Keep on reading!
I’m a bit late getting posts out this weekend. It’s been one of those weeks. Actually a couple of weeks. We’ve been suffering through a series of migraines. It’s exhausting for Stuart to have them every other day. As for me, it’s a struggle to figure out what is causing them so we can stop the migraines. It took a while, but we finally determined the offending food item and have stopped consuming it. Ta da! The migraine beast is back on its leash.
The migraines were caused by food that had been grown in contaminated soil. Food security is a complicated component of the migraine puzzle. I’ll discuss the science in future blog posts. For now let’s get back to something more enjoyable, chocolate.
One of the challenges I faced as a step-parent was creating a unique birthday tradition for the boys. It needed to be different from the bio-parent’s celebration, but familiar enough to be fun. I went for cake, chocolate of course. Keep on reading!
Stuart loves chocolate. Me, not so much. I mean, I like chocolate, but I’m more of a salty, crunchy kinda gal. But I don’t suffer from migraines, so of course I go for savoury flavours. Stuart, like most migraineurs, goes for sweet. Keep on reading!
We were on a family road trip discovering California. Stuart, the three boys, myself and #1 son’s high school friend, Izi, who just happened to be in California were making a day trip to Joshua Tree National Park. Stuart and I, like many in our generation, are massive U2 fans. It wasn’t hard for me to convince four teenagers for whom the album Joshua Tree is part of the soundtrack of their childhood that we should visit the park. My personal mission was to recreate the album cover with my four boys. Keep on reading!
“What!?! You even have to make your own muesli.” is an incredulous cry I hear all the time when explaining the cooking challenges living with a migraine sufferer poses. It’s funny because making muesli is probably one of the easiest things I do. It takes about half an hour and it lasts a whole month. That in and of itself makes it an incredibly satisfying task and well worth the low level of effort. Keep on reading!
I fell in love with lamb roast on my first trip to New Zealand. I was asked by a friend to help out with her Master’s student field research. She was under treatment for a recurrence of breast cancer and couldn’t manage the physical demands of SCUBA diving in the New Zealand winter. I could hardly manage winter diving in New Zealand but it was an opportunity to help a friend and see New Zealand for the first time. Keep on reading!
It’s just not Christmas for Stuart if there’s no leg of ham. It’s a tradition in his family to get a ham from a specific butcher in Melbourne. Hams are ordered well in advance, picked up a few days before Christmas and followed by weeks of ham-off-the-bone sandwiches. The ham is lovingly cared for and pulled out every day. Succulent morsels are sliced off to be pressed between fresh bread. It is well suited for the Australian summer, unlike trying to force a Northern Hemisphere roasted meal for lunch on Christmas day.
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