Gluten Free Chocolate Truffles

This is a recipe I discovered last year after I decided I had to forgo the best rum balls in the world due to gluten free living. I don’t usually eat dairy but Christmas makes it hard to resist a truffle so here goes. These are  so simple that even I was a able to make them which says something because I’m close to one of the worst bakers in the world. Ask my mother-in-law about the 20 pound hard lump of a pumpkin cake I made for her birthday a few years ago.

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Indonesian Coconut Chili Eggs: Gluten Free, dairy free and delicious

Just because you can’t eat gluten or dairy doesn’t mean your culinary life has to be dull. My dad hailed from Indonesia so we grew up eating sate, sajoer, nasi goreng, bami goreng,  hot fish, tofu, and all kinds of things like that. For those of you who can’t eat eggs (or don’t want to) you could easily replace the eggs with something like tofu, fish or chicken. There’s only two semi weird ingredients that are essential to this dish so if you’re not in the habit of keeping lemon grass or trassi in your pantry than it would be a good idea to go grab some at your local Asian grocery outlet. Continue reading

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Conversations With My Mother: Shakin’ it down from the afterlife

Tessa:  Hi mom,  How are you?

Rosie: As well as can be expected given my condition.

Tessa: I know. I’m sorry but it’s solvable, right.

Rosie: Well I guess if it’s my time, it’s my time.

Tessa: Anyways, Dave and I are planning the BIG PARTY. You know next year. I want to make sure you’re coming.

Rosie: Why not have it this year, I could be dead by then.

Tessa: You’re the healthiest 83 year old I’ve ever met.

Rosie: One word. H1N1.

Tessa: Anyways, what else is going on? How’s Tante Aggi?

Rosie: She’s upset. Gypsies stole her bag.

Tessa: There are no gypsies in Mississauga.

Rosie: Yes there are. They have a whole organization set up to steal.

Tessa: Just like dad.

Rosie: Hahahah. You’re right. Your father was a bastard thief.

Tessa: You married him.

Rosie: I know. What did I know. So innocent. Aggi seems sad.

Tessa: Well, I can see that. I mean it must be really hard without Uncle Bernie.

Rosie: I know but for god’s sake. Even if she did pass away, how the hell does she know she’ll meet him up there?

I told her she wouldn’t so she may as well enjoy her life with me right now.

Tessa: That’s supportive.

Rosie: Well, don’t you think we’d all know by now if there was life after death. People have been dying forever and at least one of them would have broken through to let us know.

Tessa: That’s a great point.

Rosie: When I die I’m going to make sure you know there’s an afterlife if there is one. I’m going to come down and shake things so you’ll know. Like bowls and glasses of wine.

Tessa: Perfect. I’ll keep my eyeballs peeled for you. But don’t go just yet. I like all the shakin’ you’re doing right now.

Rosie: Ohhh Tessie!

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Kamut pastry recipe

It turns out I’m one of those people who can eat kamut but not spelt or wheat. It’s sad for me because I happen to love pie and everyone knows you can’t beat a wheat based pastry.  But I’ve played around with Bob Redmill’s gluten free flour mix and tonight I made a fabulous quiche following this recipe for gluten free pastry and replaced 1 cup of flour with kamut flour. It’s fabulous. I imagine you could also replace it with spelt. My next experiment will be to make a 100% kamut based pastry. I’ll let you know how it goes. Continue reading

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Xylitol: Natural Sugar Replacement that is Healthier For You

Hey, I just discovered a little something that might be of interest to those of you who want a sweetener but can’t eat sugar. My sister is a cancer patient and from her research she’s learned that sugar is one of the worst things for cancer, my IBS riddled nasty bacteria infected stomach (which is currently actually doing very well due to cutting out sugar and other things) can’t have sugar, cavity prone kids have to avoid it and well, let’s face it, sugar is pretty useless except for its fabulous taste and addictive qualities. Xylitol is a sweetener that is found in many fruits and vegetables and is typically made from birch trees. I bought some the other day and it looks like sugar and tastes like sugar (maybe a little sweeter). Continue reading

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Vegetarian, dairy-free, wheat-free yummy Moroccan Chickpea Lentil Soup

I found this recipe on the Wholefoods web site which has excellent , delicious and searchable recipes by category and a variety of other searchable methods. I’ve made this several times, each time a little differently mainly because I’m not a precision master when it comes to cooking. But I have to say, each time I’ve made this, it’s been delicious.

This soup has saffron, turmeric, cinnamon and ginger and is fabulously fragrant. Add the charmoula and you have a meal made in heaven. This recipe just calls for cilantro but I actually do half parsely/half cilantro and it tastes great. This recipe serves 8 so if you have leftovers just toss it into a tupperware and throw it into the freezer and enjoy it later. Continue reading

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The Glass Castle: Book Review

Jeanette Wall’s The Glass Castle isn’t exactly the lightest kind of summer read but who says summer reading has to be light.

The truth is I did find Wall’s memoir of her childhood growing up moving from town to town with her peripatetic parents and her brother and sisters quite refreshing for the first quarter of the book. Her mother is an artist and her father is a brilliantly imaginative man who uses the power of imagination and the innocence of childhood to help his children believe that their world of increasingly grinding poverty is a magical and special place.

The Wall children, not knowing anything but the life they have, for a long time believe that while other children have Christmas trees they have stars in the sky, while other children live in homes with running water, food and beds, they one day will have a Glass Castle, a home their father promises to build.

But as their mother spirals into depression and their father into alcoholism the family’s troubles increase. When they settle into Rex Wall’s hometown in Virginia the parents leave their children to fend almost entirely for themselves.

While other children eat lunch, the Wall kids scour garbage cans to find something to fill their stomachs. Beyond their emotional and addiction issues there is a selfishness to the Wall parents that is often shocking. Mary Wall secretly eats a chocolate bar while her children starve and Rex’s drunken charm finally reveals its true character when he sends his teenage daughter Jeanette off to a gambling buddy’s apartment to potentially pay off a debt.

Ultimately the image of the Glass Castle which is sustained as a beacon of hope throughout the book, is finally broken when the place where it is to be built is turned into a mountain of the Wall family’s refuse. Dying to leave home,  Jeanette’s older sister moves to New York as a teenager to find her fortunes as an artist and Jeanette follows soon after to pursue  her love of journalism. Jeanette’s father begs her to stay saying he’ll finally get to work on building their dream home but her childhood illusions of her father are finally broken and  she moves to join her sister knowing that the Glass Castle exists only in Rex’s imagination.

Ultimately the entire Wall family end up in New York. As dysfunctional as this family is, the one thing all the Wall’s children end up doing is pursueing their life long dreams. While their parents end up living on the streets and squatting, Jeanette, her sister and her brother fall successfully into their respective careers.

As difficult as parts of this book is to read and as angry and you might become at Rex and Mary Wall for their crazy selfishness, it does strike me as amazing that these kids managed as well as they did. They survived and then some.

Jeanette Walls does a great job of balancing the emotional territory of telling a very difficult personal story without engaging in armchair psychoanalysis or even judgement. It’s clear that her early life was very difficult but she also brings to life the magic and the power of her father’s imagination and in that way the book serves as a kind of tribute to Rex Wall.

Check out Jeanette Walls on Youtube discussing The Glass Castle.

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Conversations with My Mother: We get naughtier as we get older

Tessa: Hi mom, where’ve you been?

Rosie: I was at Tante Aggie’s for lunch.

Tessa: That’s nice. How is she doing?

Rosie: She’s really upset.

Tessa: Why?

Rosie: She didn’t pass her driver’s licence.

Tessa: Oh, that’s awful

Rosie: I say big deal.

Tessa: Mother.

Rosie: I told her to drive her car anyways.

Tessa: MOM.

Rosie: When I go and I fail, I’m doing the same thing.

Tessa: No you’re not.

Rosie: Yes, I am and nobody will know. I won’t tell anybody. Besides I only do little distances to the mall and back. Why not?

Tessa: Because  you could kill somebody or yourself.

Rosie: I’m almost dead anyways.

Tessa: I’m not talking about you.

Rosie:Anyways. Did you see Larry King with Jermaine. Ohmigod. Those children are so beautiful.

Tessa: Yeah, they’re pretty nice looking.

Rosie: They look just like Michael.

Tessa: No they don’t. They look like their mother.

Rosie: That horrible beast. You see her? Crooked nose and long stringy hair. She’s awful.

Tessa: I don’t think she’s that awful.

Rosie: She sold her children for a million dollars.

Tessa: Eight million.

Rosie: Eight million? Wow. [pause] I’d sell all of you for eight million.

Tessa: Me too?

Rosie: Yes. [pause]  We get naughtier as we get older.

Tessa: Not we. You. You are naughty. And it’s not just as you get older. You just are this way.

Rosie: I know. BYE!!!!

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A New Bra At Last

For those of you have followed the story of my Indestructible Japanese Underwear and how my bras are older than most dogs grow to be, you’ll  be happy to know that I have finally bought a new bra.  It’s been 10 years but I finally did it. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to, it’s just that I find it close to impossible to do. The problem is that I’m thrifty.  Unless I absolutely have to, I won’t cave. For the last two years though, I have been on the hunt for new undergarments. Dave drags me into stores and points. I look, shake my head and leave. I realize now, it’s not just that I’m cheap but I really find that things have to talk to me. Out of the thousands of bras and sizes and racks one bra has to stand out and say “Buy Me”.

I went into Canadian Superstore the other day to buy dog biscuits. I took a short cut through ladies underthings and out of the millions of items there one little purple bra stood out. There it was in all it’s glory. Purple, sassy, cute. I grabbed it, looked at the size, miraculously it was my size, saw the $8.98 price tag and I understood at once that my partner for the next 10 years was right in my hands.

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Conversations with my mother: Squeak Squeak in Apt 301

Tessa: Hi Mom.

Rosie: Hi sweetie, how are you? Let me call you back.  Last month’s bill was guess how much?

Tessa: I don’t know.

Rosie: Fifty seven cents. I can’t send them a cheque for fifty seven cents. And you never pick up your phone so how can I ever get my bill to go higher? Anyways, those fires are so terrible.

Tessa: I know. It’s so hot here mom. It’s incredible. Dave and I are going to move into our parkade. Maybe set up some garden chairs and table.

Rosie: Hahhahaha. Well it’s beautiful here. Perfect. 25 with maybe a little bit too much rain.

Tessa: Yeah, I here you’re getting a lot of rain.

Rosie: Oh yeah, there was such a bad storm the other day it blew all my plants off the balcony. But it’s perfect.

Tessa: What’s perfect?

Rosie: The weather.

Tessa: You guys just had a hurricane. That’s not perfect.

Rosie: It was just a little windy. Achhh. The new bed your sister bought is wonderful. So comfortable and no more squeak squeak.

Tessa: It squeaked?

Rosie: Twice a night. Every time I have to go to the bathroom. Squeak squeak. The neighbours are probably thinking the old lady in 301 is making whoopee wowee two times a night. They’re probably thinking some old bastard just died. No more fun for 301. Wouldn’t that be something.

Tessa: Yeah. It sure would. Hey mom, I think Dave and I are coming home for Christmas.

Rosie: Really? That would be wonderful. I’ll believe it when I see it. Let me talk to Dave.

Tessa: He’s not here. Anyways, gotta run. I have a doctor’s appointment.

Rosie: What’s wrong?

Tessa; It’s a check up for my stomach.

Rosie:  I have the same as you. Worse though.

Tessa: Anyways, squeak squeak. I have to go.

Rosie: Bye sweetie!

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