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The Chicken Factor
“It tastes just like chicken!” If I had a dime for every time I’ve heard that line, I’d be a millionaire by now. Let me tell you, I’ve tried frog legs, eel, alligator, rabbit and kangaroo. And despite assurances to the contrary, none of it tasted even remotely like chicken. In fact, frog legs happen [READ MORE]
@ Pinot Gris
@mikedicaro Michael Di Caro 09 Thirty Bench P. Gris: Pear, peach, floral notes & interesting use of oak but it still hasn’t managed to turn me on to PG #30dayslocal There it was. A simple tweet typed out and sent in seconds to no one in particular, just one among the hundreds of thousands that [READ MORE]
Pomme
Oh, the signs were there all along: The extravagant apple cider-themed dinners at his tony restaurant on the waterfront in Burlington, Ontario. The British heritage and the fact that he was raised on the myriad ciders offered in the pubs of London. And his name on Twitter, of course: @ciderseeker. It would appear that it [READ MORE]
Own It: A Sane Person’s Guide To Insanity
Rows of vines rule your yard, easing out family and friends. Your mini-fermenter sprang a leak and oozed booze on the new Nissan. Pickled beets and canned corn occupy your wine cellar. You want a piece of the wine business, but don’t know how to branch out. Seasoned vineyard owners in BC, Ontario and Quebec [READ MORE]

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From The Pages Of Tidings Magazine

A Wine Course in Four Pages
The business of wine tasting is a curious thing. It’s very different from wine drinking. When I taste a wine wearing my critic’s cap, I pull apart the pleasure experience. I hold each aspect of the wine up against the cold yardstick of imaginary perfection. How’s the colour, fruit, alcohol, and acidity? What about the [READ MORE]
Why Chai?
Why chai? Why try chai, indeed? In the constant Western quest to stay at the vanguard of the latest fad, there has been an amusing (if startlingly large) cross-Canada throng trading in their ubiquitous morning espresso for a cup of chai tea. What is amusing, in part, is that this throng is learning to enjoy [READ MORE]
Vancouver Casual Eateries
I never liked Vancouver when I was young. I remember a few family vacations in the 1970s, driving out to the coast, visiting family friends, and being wet READ MORE very, very wet. I don’t think I visited the city even once in the 1980s and it wasn’t until the mid-’90s that I went back — [READ MORE]

Carolina Kamikaze
Pour all ingredients into shaker with ice. Strain into highball glass. Add more or less blue curacao - you're trying to achieve a Carolina Blue color.
Bourbon Fix
In a shaker half-filled with ice cubes, combine the sugar, lemon juice, and water. Shake well. Strain into a highball glass almost filled with crushed ice. Add the bourbon. Stir well and garnish with the cherry and the lemon slice.

Barbecue!
The saddest moment of summer’s end is when the grill is covered for the last time and pushed into a dark corner of the garage. If spring heralds the first smoky hint of barbecue, late fall is defined by the absence of that tantalizing aroma throughout the neighbourhood. In truth, the piquant smell of barbecue [READ MORE]
Celebrate
Celebrations don’t always have to be grandiose affairs. One of the nicest holiday dinners I ever had consisted of a simple beef stew with salad and a loaf of homemade bread. The food was delicious, but what made the evening special was the great conversation and laughter shared among good friends. To me “simple” means [READ MORE]
What A Crock!
As a happy newlywed (a role I have played unsuccessfully several times), I was extremely proud of my decked-out kitchen. Back in the old days, long before Chuck Williams of Sonoma migrated east, the homemaker in the know had a precious small appliance that was a time-saving miracle: The slow cooker. Time-saving? The very thought [READ MORE]
Lessons I Learned From Scarlett O’Hara
When I am in Italy, my relatives have a word they use every time I reach for more food, which is usually about every 3 minutes. The word is domani. I have to admit the way my Italian relatives say domani scares me. They put the emphasis on the second syllable, which to my untrained [READ MORE]