My 1922 Sarnia cookbook culinary adventure continues with another tasty installment! Today’s recipe hits close to home because my grandmother was Norwegian. And while I didn’t see very her often (she lived in Saskatoon), she taught me important lessons about food. Namely, that Norwegians eat some pretty gross stuff.Read More
I know that my readers have been wondering, “What happened to that 1922 Sarnia cookbook adventure Brian started?” I admit I haven’t been as regular recently what with making wedding fruitcake and stealing my mom’s china.Read More
My 1922 Sarnia cookbook adventure continues with a lesson from our ancestors.
A lot of people assume that most food intolerances, like wheat or peanuts or grass, are symptoms of our modern world, thanks to radiation and acid rain. But clearly, this isn’t the case. All we need to do is reach deeply into the past. I give you Exhibit A: Kenny’s Cake.Read More
Much to the joy of no one in my family, I make a Christmas fruitcake every year. The recipe was my dad’s, which he got from his mother. So I like to think making fruitcake is my way of ensuring that family traditions continue to plague generations to come.Read More
A few weeks ago, I posted the results of the first recipe I tried from my 1922 Sarnia church cookbook. The recipe was for Burnt Leather Cake, which, fortunately, had no leather. Although it had burnt stuff. This time around, I made something called Sally Lunn. Who’s Sally, you ask?Read More