Twenty years ago I left my big, fat corporate job working for a national television network to start my own consulting business from home. On my last day of work— I jumped in my car and spun rocks as I peeled out of the parking lot, laughing my ass off. The euphoria was unbelievable.
Working from home takes a little while to get used to but not as long as you’d think. I still love working from home and I think you may be surprised at how much you’ll enjoy it too. …
It must have been Fate. Years ago I worked for a national television network and my boss loved to hold working lunches. Usually, the meeting was as dry as the sandwiches he brought in from a local deli. Gag. But on that fateful day, he ordered wraps from our cafeteria run by a Scandanavian woman who was an amazing cook.
I remember nothing about that meeting. But I still remember the unusual and delicious wrap (and I’m still making it today!)
The platter was in the middle of the boardroom table. On one side, the normal roast beef wraps. On…
When I feel bored, blue, or befuddled by life, as much as I’m a writer and reader, I don’t always turn to my pens and books for solace. I reach for something simple yet unconventional instead.
I gather magazines, scissors, glue, an old scrapbook, and strew the works over my dining room table. And then I let my inner Edward Scissorhands take over and the table is soon covered with hundreds of snippets of paper.
Because surprisingly, serenity is worth hunting for with a pair of scissors in your hand.
The word collage comes from the French verb coller, meaning…
There’s a New Yorker cartoon that’s been on my fridge for 22 years. I sent it to my husband when we first met. The cartoon is a curly-haired woman in a skirt and heels and a scruffy, masculine guy wearing a tool belt and they gaze lovingly at each other. Two women are watching them and comment, “They’re a perfect match — she’s high maintenance, and he can fix anything.”
It always made us laugh and we even used it for our wedding invite years later.
I keep it on the fridge as a reminder, to him and me, to…
There they were in the grocery store: a perfectly shaped pile of cauliflower heads priced at $8 a pop. I took one look at them, rolled my eyes, and laughed out loud.
There was a snowball’s chance in hell that I’d ever pay that for a cauliflower. Especially one that’s been shipped 3,000 miles.
Recently the news is full of stories about grocery prices going up from the ripple effect of the pandemic — well, I’m sure it isn’t a surprise after your last visit to the grocery store.
Maybe you’ve lost your job or you’re worried you might in…
Twice a year my friend Tina and I head to my little northern Canadian cottage for a week to walk in the woods, forage, cook gourmet food, collage, watch movies and talk our faces off. We also kayak daily on the lake which is relatively close to the cottage.
We’re two unlikely people to be kayaking. I’m a breast cancer survivor with no boobs and limited range of motion in my arms. Tina has alopecia and no hair. Two middle-aged women with some physical issues are not who you’d normally expect to see dragging kayaks through the woods.
I’m in the woods on my self-declared 6-day writing retreat, but that doesn’t mean this writer is eating boiled hotdogs and over-cooked fried eggs.
Retreats are meant for delicious food but nothing too fancy that stops me from kayaking in the middle of the day. And also I don’t cook anything that will burn the cottage down. Talking to you — cherry flambé .
Thankfully, my cast iron pan isn’t just meant for frying eggs over a campfire. This thrift store find is my secret (and now, yours too) for making 5-star food in 15 minutes. …
There’s a line I’ve never forgotten from a cheesy 80s movie I have forgotten.
“It’s hot. It’s Africa hot. Even Tarzan couldn’t take this kind of heat.”
Here in Canada, yes — Canada — we were recently caught in a hellish heat dome that turned even the nicest people into zombies. I was one of them.
I come from a long line of pale Northern people who can’t take the heat. Perhaps it’s why I’d much rather walk around an ancient castle than lie on a beach. …
I love my husband, oh yes, I do. But when he’s away on business, or fishing or hunting, sometimes I can barely wait for him to walk out the door. Why? Because I get to eat alone, that’s why.
I enjoy eating with people, and breaking bread with those you love is one of the joys of life.
But eating alone is also one of the simple pleasures of life. And we all have our favorite foods that we dive into.
You probably have a package of frozen peas you dive into when you need a quick vegetable (because the carrots in the crisper have grown hair.) Or you absent-mindedly throw a handful or two into chicken fried rice once a month. But your overlooked little frozen package of peas is capable of so much more than you think.
But first — not any frozen green peas will do.
In Canada, they are called petits pois. Where you live, they may be called baby peas or sweetlets.
What’s the difference between petis pois and the standard green pea?
Petis pois are…