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.
Tag: ‘braise’
Braised Cardamom-Curry Lamb
Friday, December 30th, 2011Short Ribs in Red Wine and Port
Friday, February 25th, 2011Yup, you read that right. And yes, it IS as good as it sounds. When it came to voting for this month’s recipes on French Fridays with Dorie, I didn’t even have to read the recipe before voting for this one. Is anyone sick of me saying, “It’s DELICIOUS!” yet? I’m trying to think of another way to put it, but it just WAS plain delicious!
I live very close to a really cool area in Toronto called Bloor West Village. When I first moved here in 1999, I moved in with my sister who had an apartment near the Village and we spent loads of time at the green grocers, cafés, bookshops and boutiques on this charming little section of Bloor Street. When we started cooking together, we discovered the Bloor Meat Market – a small little butcher shop with gorgeous cuts of meat on display and don’t forget to take a number when you get in the door!
Go-To Beef Daube
Friday, December 10th, 2010There are almost no words to how fantastic this was. For real. I’m a slow eater and can be even slower ‘cuz I tend to talk a lot when we have company, which we did – my brother-in-law was in town for the evening – but I was the first one to finish the night I served this, pretty much foregoing breathing. It was, simply, divine.
I was a smidgen apprehensive at the amount of onions in it: six shallots & an entire Spanish onion! (And what is it with my shallots lately? The ones I got from the grocery store the last few weeks are huge and they’re so strong! Shallots never used to make me cry, but chopping up 6 just about swore me off of them forever!)





