Darcie Hossack

Darcie Hossack

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.

Wednesday, 20 April 2016 15:00

Tripe, chicken necks and tea in the crypt

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

Thursday, 07 April 2016 09:23

The sky is falling

The packaging should read: Home Safety Devices, brought to you by the Chicken Little Company of Products.

Wednesday, 23 March 2016 13:41

Cream puffs and angel food sheet cake

We were all set. My mom and sister and I had just received our copy of the “Let’s Go Band!” fundraiser cookbook, and found the first recipe we wanted to try.

I’m hanging up my ice skates.

Wednesday, 24 February 2016 14:47

When a house turns into a doughnut bakery

Grandma Friesen never made anything in small amounts.

Wednesday, 10 February 2016 16:46

Late night at the soup kitchen is the place to be

Ask, and truth-telling women will admit that there’s just something about a man in uniform.

Thursday, 21 January 2016 07:18

French desserts are oh, so sweet

Chefhusband and I step in off the street and to a French bistro that’s warm with the aromas of cooking.

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