The Bad Child

I was a bad child. Terrible really. Quite possibly the worst. I liked to hide. And I was good at it. Whether it was among the clothing racks at Gayfers or under a table at Morrison’s, I’d hide until people were frantic then pop out at them, gleeful. I was stubborn. Even as a toddler,…

From gravy to grace

In honor of Mother’s Day, I present you with THINGS I HAVE LEARNED FROM MY MAMA If you can make a white sauce (bechamel  to the hoity toity), you can make anything. Cheese sauce, gravy, cream soups – all variations on the lowly white sauce. Master the basics, and you’ll look like a gourmet. Use…