Scratch Food with a Side of Geek Mom and Pop Culture.
Being an only child, my son will miss out on some of the things that I took in stride as part of growing up, like being fourteen and having to watch the (then) newly-released Little Mermaid VHS tape over and over with my three year old half sister until the tape wore out and took the…
I’ve griped a lot about #NaBloPoMo although I don’t truly mean it in a truly negative sense. It’s like your kids… you love it, but it makes you crazy. Really crazy. Posting every day has been an uphill battle, and there’s been challenges, but there’s been some benefits too. It probably hasn’t helped that this month…
I have been working my buns off thus far for #NaBloPoMo, but the deal is I have to write a post every day. EVERY day. No rest for the weary. Of course, there is a loophole. It doesn’t say that I have to be particularly verbose. Verbose is who I am, except when I don’t…
This week celebrates my one year anniversary without a vehicle to call my own. There were a lot of factors involved in deciding to get rid of my vehicle, but the one that overrode all was cost. As my job prospects were decidedly grim, I decided to go in a new direction for employment. New…
Like most people in their mid-late 30s, hubby and I are no stranger to beer. We had our fair share of inebriated Canada Days in Ottawa, ringing in New Years’ Days, bar hopping and pub crawling all over the GTA, Guelph and Hamilton as we’ve moved apartments, hung out with our friends and whatnot. As…
After my son was diagnosed with severe food allergies, I became something of an antisocial hermit. I hated to eat at other people’s places, I hated dining out, and I really hated having to travel–it inevitably meant that I’d have to do one or both other things, and several times in a row. My family, bless their…
When is a vacation not a vacation? When you’re stressing out two to three times every day trying to find a safe place for your family to eat. I am not sure why, but I always have a harder time when I travel in the U.S.A. than when I travel in Canada. The good news…
When I posted about my failed grapefruit jelly experiment back in February, I made a joking comment about how difficult the white grapefruit that I love so much is so hard to find and said, “if anyone from Hale Groves is reading this… HMO, yo. I will work for white grapefruit.” It turns out that…
I still have a trace of an accent: muddled and unplaceable. When people ask me where I’m from, I know that I will have to tell the whole story about how a girl from Florida wound up living in the Great White North. So, for Valentine’s day, check out the story of (my) life’s greatest…
This is a guest post by one of my friends, Gillian Duffy. Gillian has an amazing life-story: one day, she decided to sell everything and see the world. She’s got some unique stories and great advice for the wannabe world traveller, and she’s just released a book about finding vacation homes. I’ve never considered vacation…