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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]
Easy Chartreuse Cocktails
One of the most appealing things about spring is watching those little chartreuse-coloured buds appear on the trees. And before you know it, they turn into full-grown leaves. Loved this line from Quentin Tarantino’s Death Proof. The bar owner, Warren (played by the director), serves a green liqueur to some customers. After they empty their [READ MORE]
Artisan
He is a tall, strapping man, all of 27 years old, and looks more like the star quarterback than a man who tinkers with high-octane booze all day long. But that’s the path master distiller Geoff Dillon, with degrees in biochemistry and economics, has taken in the heart of Niagara wine country. Dillon is on [READ MORE]
Fresh and Local
The Egg Farmers of Canada recently conducted a survey that asked Canadians what freshness means to them. The reveal? Canadians overwhelmingly demand that the farm products they buy be fresh, with 90 percent saying that farms within their province deliver that freshness. Distance from farm to grocery store is seen as the key to freshness. [READ MORE]

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Let’s Hear It For Acid
Acid has gotten a bad rap. I’m not taking hallucinogenic drugs here, but the variety of acids you’ll find to a greater or lesser degree in all wines. The major acids are tartaric and malic. Malic can seem to be the sourer (think green apples), which is why winemakers in cool growing climates often put [READ MORE]
Eating Urban India
I love good food. Italian, Malaysian, Vietnamese, Peruvian, Mexican, North African, Spanish, Californian, the list goes on and on. The one commonality is flavour. I need flavour, a depth of flavours and a seamless balance of flavours, in order to elicit the emotional response I crave when exploring culinary offerings around the world. But the [READ MORE]
Great Genes
Jammy, soft, peppery, spicy, big, bold, intense, and instant gratification are all descriptors that have at one time or another been used to characterize Zinfandel. The quintessential barbecue wine, long claimed by California as the state’s heritage grape, Zin comes in a multitude of flavours and styles. When Prohibition kicked in 1920, Zin was actually [READ MORE]

Creamy punani
Fill blender about 3/4 with ice-cream (not solid). Add 2 oz of amaretto and kahlua and 3 oz of bailey's. Blend. Drink.
Reynolds Special
In a tall glass pour a generous shot or two of gin and a roughly equal amount of grapefruit juice add plenty of ice fill with tonic (preferably diet) lime twist is optional

The Farmers’ Market
I love Saturday mornings at the Farmers’ Market, wandering through the stalls under a slowly warming sun, the dewy air scented with herbs. Vendors sort through their wares on long tables under canvas tents. Shoppers carry bouquets of sunflowers as they examine bushels of ripe peaches, glistening black grapes, green and orange melons, baskets of [READ MORE]
And Now For Something Completely Different
I am so immature. This thought occurred to me as I watched the magnificent series The Tudors. Mind you, I really try to pursue scholarly subjects with a somewhat sophisticated attitude. But my brain resists, taking an unprovoked right turn at the crossroads of mature intellectual pursuits and Monty Python. The fact is I was [READ MORE]
Tricks and Treats
When did Halloween become such a big deal? The minute the kids go back to school, store shelves are stacked to the ceiling with macabre merchandise. There are black and orange lights to string around your entire home, grotesque figures that jump to life when you walk by, welcome mats that groan underfoot and costumes [READ MORE]
A Love Story
On a sunny spring day many years ago when I was just 14 years old, I walked up the street to the library and checked out a book about dreams. On my way home, with the book in my arms, I met a boy named Ron. He was lean and lanky and by the look [READ MORE]