It's been a busy few weeks over here. Between creating recipes for BC Eggs and writing things up for Philadelphia Cream Cheese, I haven't been posting a whole lot here-but WOW have I been churning the stuff out in the kitchen.





Over at Philadelphia Cream Cheese, there's a whole bunch of ideas for using your spreadable Philly on anything BUT a bagel. On BC Eggs you're going to find chocolate
I've been recruited to assist a super special, top secret (or maybe not?) squad dedicated to de-bunking some pervasive myths that keep floating around. Myths about something you probably eat.

There's a lot of misinformation floating around, you see. Information that has been put out there that is simply just not true. Did you know that 64% of British Columbians believe that hormones and steroids



Roast chicken is a huge hit in my house, but honestly sometimes I don't want to wrestle with a whole bird. On busy weeknights I also don't always have the time to roast a whole bird, and this recipe has come to my rescue a few times. It's so simple-just a bit of butter in a pan, herbs, garlic, shallots, and chicken. The butter makes the chicken skin go crispy, the shallots caramelize, and the



Easter egg hunts are one of my favourite things about the holiday.When Kevin was little we'd have egg dying parties in the back yard (see tips for your own party over at BC Eggs), ending with a giant hunt for all the kids. As kids get older and gone are the days of bubbles, the treats may change but the thrill of the hunt doesn't. Keep reading for my best tips on creating a hunt to remember!

You can tell it's Spring in Chilliwack when the scent of blossoms is tinged with the sour notes of manure, as tractors plow up the wet Earth in fields around town to get ready to seed. This morning, a flock of sea gulls followed one such tractor, swooping and diving behind it; likely feasting on the worms being dug up from the rich soil.

On the playground, worms have been working their way out
Reading has always been one of my favourite pastimes. As a kid, I could polish off a 100 + page novel in just a few days. Books were hidden under my textbooks, my pillow, and I'd even read while walking home. Once someone became so concerned that I wasn't watching where I was going that they called my parents.

Years later, I read cookbooks, magazine articles, and websites just as voraciously.



I have this huge jar of almond butter sitting in my fridge that I bought at Costco months ago when Kevin expressed an interest in eating the stuff, and sure enough, he's barely made his way through it. Do your kids do that? Do they ask you to buy something, and then there it sits forlornly in your pantry until you have to either eat it yourself, throw it away, or donate it? I'm not that fond



These cookies are amazing. In fact, so amazing that when I stood in the kitchen filling the buttery disks with Nutella, the smell wafting from them was so overpoweringly wonderful that I couldn't help but grab John by the hand and drag him over to the counter.

"Smell," It was more than a command. An invitation, of sorts, More like, please smell these cookies because oh my they make me want to



I love fresh, crunchy vegetables. In our house, cherry tomatoes are eaten by the handful on their own or with slices of cheese, and sweet peppers are munched on in lunches, dipped in hummus, tossed in salads, or just about any way you can imagine. In the summer, being veggi-fied (is that a word?) kicks into high gear and our fridge is always bursting with all kinds of produce. What can I say?