Darcie Hossack

Darcie Hossack

When I receive feedback about my column and it begins to overflow like pop fizzing over the sides of a bottle, I know one of two things has happened.

Wednesday, 21 September 2016 13:38

Pondering a poultry dilemma

It’s nearly suppertime when a double chirp alerts me to an incoming text from my bff of more than 20 years, from back when tinned mushroom soup thinned with a little milk was considered haute home cuisine.

Wednesday, 14 September 2016 12:04

Everyone likes a visit from the muffin elf

One of the things I like best about my house is the way it looks at night.

Wednesday, 07 September 2016 16:24

Muffin Elf strikes again

One of the things I like best about my house is the way it looks at night.

Wednesday, 24 August 2016 12:08

Home on the free-range

Down on my hands and knees on the kitchen planking, as I pick up the contents of a spilled tray of fresh veggies —I think about my wedding day.

Wednesday, 10 August 2016 11:48

Seeing red in the summer

Ever since a farmyard refugee arrived on our doorstep back in June, already two feet tall with strong, flexible limbs, we’ve made countless trips to the backyard, pail in hand, intent on fattening her up for dinner.

Wednesday, 20 July 2016 11:23

The Green Agreement deliciously in place

 With a sense of anticipation usually held in reserve for boxes of cookbooks or a new Kitchen Aid attachment (rumour has it there’s a new candy panning drum!), I lift open the flaps on the first delivery of the season.

I don’t think of myself as superstitious. At least, I really don’t want to.

Wednesday, 22 June 2016 14:50

It was a lasagna noodle epiphany

In the beginning, we peered at each other’s avatars across a quiet chat room. No one, everyone, it seemed, wanted to be the first to write.

There was always something about them, the way they’d come into town, aproned and polka dotted, that made me want to put on a kerchief and slip into the middle of their other-worldly little flock.

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