Alcoholic popsicles has been on my to-do list for like a year. I wasn't originally planning on doing a Mocha Baileys Fudge Pop - specifically, I wanted to do adult freezies. But the plastic sleeves I've had to special order from the states via Amazon.com, shelling out more than what they cost in shipping. Gah. They might actually be in my hands by fall. So I went back to the drawing board - or more specifically, my liquor cabinet - wondering what else I might make to help me survive this spate of 30+ Celsius weather without making me feel like a sticky three year-old.
When you look at this pan, do you think it's dirty? Maybe you're being generous and you think it's a well-loved pan at the end of its life expectancy and destined for the dump.
In fact, it's likely in the prime of its life.
If your initial thought was "Ew, yes, dirty!" then psst. Come here. You got baking to do this week for the holidays? You might have even bought an annual allotment of shiny new non-stick cookie sheets and bread pans.
You know those situations when your house is a complete disaster and everyone's like "I'm hungry, feed me"? That was me all weekend. I have a few recipes that serve as the ermergherd what do I make butt-savers. One is my pasta with olive oil and garlic (you literally can't go wrong with that recipe cause it has infinite possibilities). Chili Cheese Fries are another.
So this all began a few years when I lost my job and therefore had no reason to come within close proximity of Pam’s Coffee for my one guilty pleasure: a chai tea latte, 1% milk, no extra cinnamon.
I know, I know, there are chai bag teas. But they are not the same. You and I and everyone knows that no matter how long you boil a chai tea bag in a saucepan of milk, it will never have that infused chai flavour. Right? Right. Of course I'm right. It's a bag, holding in all that flavour goodness.
Do you stress over cooking holiday meals, because you only cook a turkey, leg of lamb, or prime rib once a year? Are you constantly Googling cooking time guides? Here's a quick and dirty guide to being able to tell when your food is done... and cooked to perfection.
I hired a housekeeper even though I stay at home, and it was the best thing I've ever done. She comes every two weeks and takes care of the dusting, the floors, and the bathrooms. I love having a housekeeper, and I am going to keep her.
Now... how did that make you feel?
Did you turn your nose up at me? Are you jealous? Do you think I'm rich and entitled and spoiled, sitting on my duff and making someone else do my dirty work? Perhaps you just think I'm lazy, or a bad mom, or a terrible housewife.
The safety of Borax - also known as sodium borate - has been hotly debated the last few years. It is a naturally occurring mineral salt, and while it should not be ingested and kept away from children and pets, it was considered only a external / eye irritant by the FDA and Health Canada, safe enough to use in many projects around the home. Even David Suzuki rec
OK, it's no lie. I have the unpopular opinion that this game is a menace. Most people can't say enough nice things about how much exercise they're getting, but there's a flip side to this coin. When you've got even less reason to put your phone down than usual, there's some bad things about that.
I'm thinking of hanging up my apron and taking a new job talking about all the new age products people are creating to stick in their lady parts. Because perhaps you’ve heard of this thing they’re calling “The Babypod Revolution.” The Babypod happens to be a speaker you can connect to your iPod and then stick up your hoo-ha so that your unborn can enjoy music.
Facebook stealthily rolled out a bunch of brand new emojis in 2016. If you're old, like me, but young enough to enjoy using emojis, you probably spent a good amount of time which one accurately represented the feelings you were trying to convey. Well, fear not: I have decoded the 2016 emojis for your ease of use.
"I'm happy! I might have spruced up my morning coffee with a judicious shot of vodka, and therefore I'm high on life!"
As an American living in Canada, I'm often asked questions about whether or not I miss America. This especially happens when it's the middle of winter and people discover that I left Florida to come here (then they think I'm crazy). The answer is yes, there are things I miss about America. Funny enough, however, there are only a few things, and they are all food. Case in point: the story of how I introduced my son to knockoff Chick-Fil-A chicken nuggets.
Aging as a woman is a complicated thing. We have our good moments and our bad. I've found every year since I turned 30 has been a new and unexpected journey in the process of getting older. Here's 26 thoughts I've had about my birthdays, now that I'm past 30.
At 30
I'm 30. No big deal. Age is just a number. I'm still 25 where it counts.
If you didn't get the memo from my cheeseburger soup recipe, I love a good soup. In Hamilton, every February, when people have got the blahs, Living Rock throws SoupFest, and it's a huge event with lots of participating restaurants making exotic and classic soups for charity. SoupFest is awesome because you get to try really amazing combinations and open up your palate a little.
Are you a big fan of those bags of Nacho Grated Cheese mixes? Does your parmesan cheese come from a can?
Does the very idea of grating your own cheese make you do this?
If the answer to any of those above questions is yes, then there's something you should know: you're eating wood. Or at least, something that used to be wood.
I seem to be sporting a perpetual bruise from face-desking lately. In the latest news: Herbal Womb Detox Pearls, the latest perfumed herbal woo brought to us from a US company called Embrace Pangaea (which I refuse to link to on the grounds that it might give them a tiny splinter of credibility).
It's gotten to be that Superbowl-ey time of year. Well, technically it's January, and many people are doing Veganuary or some sort of weird juice cleanse, but for me, winter is all about the comfort food. In my nearly-40s, I've come to admit that I would rather love my extra pounds rather than be hangry and cheese-deprived for months on end.
When kidlet was younger, we noticed he was developing bags beneath his eyes, he always seemed to be stuffy, and he was sleeping poorly at night. Our family doctor and his allergist both suggested a trip to visit an Ear Nose and Throat doctor (ENT). After some allergy testing and observing his sleep, we discovered that his sleeping problems were ALL being caused by allergic rhinitis. In diagnosing my son’s problems, we also discovered that all three of us were suffering from it too—and didn't even know.
"I'm happy! I might have spruced up my morning coffee with a judicious shot of vodka, and therefore I'm high on life!"
