Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One

As a child, I did not enjoy apples. Not even honey-sweet fuji's, so don't even let me see that malicious green of granny smiths. Nor did I, as a child, see the light and succumb to the revelation of coconut. And "give me wheat", I said "give me white flour" I said. What are oats?… Continue reading Two Steamy Hot Grannies for One

Some Sage Advice

Whether it's the strokes of color representing specific flavours that streak across my mind when I "see" certain flavour combinations or something as straight forward as smelling the steam wafting lazily up from a finished dish, I think, flavour has to do with instinct and chemistry. Like people, food has its own invisible forces of abstract attraction… Continue reading Some Sage Advice