About Karla Plumb
A girl in her kitchen in the Great White North.
Where do I start? I could start with another anecdote about how I’m such a picky eater and that I’d never enjoyed lamb until the summer we went wine-touring with some friends in the Okanagan, British Columbia, and they’d brought along some lamb chops and lamb roasts from their own parents’ farm. They knew how to cook it to perfection and it was lovely and rich, not at all gamey and slightly nauseating the way I’d attempted to cook it myself, so I was completely won over.
Soooooo…I’ve been away for a while. Yes, and totally slacking on the food blog front. My sincerest apologies to all my FFwD friends and everyone who I’ve missed in the past few months. Suffice it to say that my year off in no way prepared me to enter back into the working world where one is expected to put in an 8-10 hour day and then come home to create lovely food & photos for their blog! And I thought the long-neglected little blog could use a little colour rejuvenation.
It started out innocently enough. As I mentioned, my brother-in-law, Al, is a fabulous cook & bartender – he’d actually had a menu of drinks for us to choose from. How lovely is that? And they’d picked out a drink especially for me, since I was such a huge Fleetwood Mac fan back in the day: The Gypsy. I can’t remember much about it except there was St. Germain and lime in it and they went down really smoothly.
