We ate strawberry shortcake for dinner the other night. Not for dessert, but for dinner. Just strawberry shortcake for dinner. And it was aw...

They say that when in doubt, cook foods together that grow together. As we trundled along on our tractor ride at the most recent Asparagus F...

After finishing 5 articles in a week (recipe testing included) and single parenting for most of that time, frankly, I didn't care much f...

There are times in the kitchen where experimentation fails in a colossal way (note to self: stay away from the curry) and other times where ...

When I started blogging I had only in mind a medium in which to practice writing, something I hadn't done regularly since I was a teenag...

Today I'm over at Simple Bites . It's all about taking a moment to just stop. No canning, no thinking ahead to apple pie now that th...

The Monster is a temperamental child. She will be fantastically fine, happy and cheerful 95% of the time. But then you tell her no to just t...

A photo essay on my first conscious gluten free baking experience. Lauren from Celiac Teen came over this morning, a date arranged shortly ...

Wordless Wednesday

Pardon me while I get sappy. You see, this week I've also been recovering from a medical issue. It's made me tired, shaky, and mopey...

It's been a rough, rough couple of weeks in the Arkison household. Give us a few more weeks and we should be back on track. This week, h...

It was supposed to be a vacation. Hubby and I travelled, sans kids, to Ontario this past weekend. We attended the wedding of a very special ...

Biba Caggiano taught me how to make risotto when I was 19. It was summer break during university. In between multiple jobs to save for tuiti...

On a gorgeous weekend not too long ago, Hubby and I indulged in quite a few gin and tonics. We've discovered a new-to-us gin and are ra...

Save for a few days over Easter and our wedding anniversary I've been single parenting the last two weeks. What I wouldn't do for be...

I once smuggled a 10 pound bag of grapefruits on a trip from Brownsville, Texas to Halifax, Nova Scotia. Actually, I'm not sure smuggled...

After a very busy morning gluing brown circles to bigger brown circles, building floor puzzles of cats, and dancing to a jazzy version of Sp...

I'm not sure that the guy who invented caramel apples had kids.  I bet he was an uncle, not a dad. He took evil pleasure in feeding his ...