Darcie Hossack

Darcie Hossack

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.

As if in solidarity with my lemming-like herd of small appliances (the untimely expirations of which I lately disparaged in print), my smoke detector has a death wish.

Hubris.See also: Pride. It’s an expectation that far exceeds the scope of one’s being.

Wednesday, 27 April 2016 15:05

Tripe, chicken necks and tea in the crypt

Had it been a recipe contest, tripe might be a hard winner to swallow.

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