Darcie Hossack

Darcie Hossack

Thursday, 12 June 2014 15:32

Cleaning the (ugh!) kitchen

 It’s midnight when I begin to clean the kitchen.

Wednesday, 21 May 2014 15:01

The Kylebucks story and panini hour

The scene is a charming townhouse bordering a family park. It’s Sunday morning, just before noon, and friends and family are gathered around the table, tuned into CBC Radio. It’s almost time for Stuart McLean and the Vinyl Cafe.

Fact No. 1: Stage 2 combustion of wood occurs at 540 degrees Fahrenheit.

Thursday, 24 April 2014 08:02

Sticky situation with peanut butter machine

Besides steel-cut oats to make second and third batches of Overnight Apple Cinnamon Oatmeal, the only other item on my grocery list today is freshly-ground honey-roasted peanut butter.

In my recurring nightmare, I’m standing over a garbage can in a restaurant service area, scraping English muffin rinds and congealed Hollandaise sauce onto a heap of pancake and waffle scraps.

Wednesday, 26 March 2014 14:59

Drawing up the best way to be a DIY’er

Believe me when I tell you, I cannot draw.

Wednesday, 12 March 2014 14:29

Condiments don’t make great paint colours

It always happens this time of year.

Wednesday, 26 February 2014 15:15

Alphabet Soup a learning experience

At first, when the room begins to spin, I tell myself there’s nothing wrong.

Wednesday, 12 February 2014 15:38

Seven years a (cherry) charm on Valentine’s Day

It was true. In the seven years since they’d been married, Valentine’s Day had become synonymous with romantic folly, yielding the kinds of stories that, at dinner parties, kept friends laughing, helplessly, until someone finally snorted a green pea out their nose.

Wednesday, 22 January 2014 14:09

Staying on that spice trail at home

Back in the day (circa: 1980-1999), if someone’s mothers’ spice cupboard contained more than a few jars, they were considered exotic.

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