blueberry boybait

Do you want to know how to bait a boy ? Or keep a husband?

No, not that. Dirty, dirty.

Make this cake. The husband refers to it as blueberry cake, but I love the name just as it is. Blueberry boy bait. It just sounds so, naughty. Oh, and it is.

rhubarb + raspberry tart

My stomach is in a giant knot.

My beloved Canucks are playing for the Stanley cup tonight.

It's a best of one series.

Game 7 makes me very nervous.

chocolate bundt cake + cats of the sea

It was our anniversary over the weekend.

First year. Not such a big one, but my mother did thank the husband for staying married to me for a year. He laughed. My mother, the jokester.

We thought about going for a fancy pants dinner to our favourite Italian restaurant, but then I thought well, I have to work the next day, it'll no fun if I have a food/wine hangover.

What can you do on beautifully, sunny Sunday afternoon in Vancouver ?

Why go to the Aquarium silly.

lemon buttermilk sherbet

Lately, I've been completely unmotivated to cook anything.

We have so many leftovers and since I spend the long weekend cooking, my inspiration has disappeared temporarily.

I spend all my time watching hockey, riding the emotional roller coaster that was round one against the Blackhawks, or eating Easter chocolate or exercising to burn off the handfuls of mini-eggs I had for breakfast.

Luckily for you, I have a cache of goodies I baked/cooked/churned over the weekend.

blackberry macaroon tart

Well folks, the dinner I eluded to last week went swimmingly. We had a nice, comfortable 11 people, much better than the 14 the husband was pushing for.

Along with that evening, we had brunch the next morning with my dad so I spend a good chunk of my long weekend cooking.

spring cleaning

I cleaned out my pantry cupboard today since it was bothering me. You don't even want to know what the "before" picture looked like. 

Watch out spice cupboard, you're next.