Head out any glorious autumn afternoon in search for a pick your own apple farm, you would think you’d find one, especially in rural Ontario. What we thought was going to be a pleasant Sunday drive in the country, enjoying the fresh air, changing leaves and early harvest ended up so much better. Many of...
This, as they would say, is it. This past weekends’ offering of sweet corn will probably be our last. You can begin to taste the age in the fading yellow kernels as you bite into them a little less anxiously than in the beginning of August. Still juicy, sweet and delicious, but just not the...
Wouldn’t it just be the way, when I was confronted with this and a box of dusty, old canning jars: “I’m presuming I can finally recycle these?” We were down in the basement purging of it’s overwhelming accumulation to free up movement to the laundry and the like. By the dust streaks, one could obviously...
As the weather begins to get a chill on, thoughts of rustic, comfort food are the first to come to mind. To mine at least. I also couldn’t think of a better way to warm up and still enjoy what remains of the farmer’s markets in our area. Pasta and beans are a classic Italian...
I think it was my third grade teacher who used to grow these, at least that’s the first memory I have of them. I’d never seen anything like them and even at the age of eight, I was fascinated. I had found seeds and tried to grow them myself since then, but it wasn’t until...
