Author name: Frieda Evans

Every summer during my childhood, my family and I would head to Nana’s quaint house in the countryside. Her lush garden would be filled with roses, lilies, and daisies, but what I looked forward to most was her baking. Among all of her legendary treats, the Lemon Sponge Pie was everyone’s favourite, including our neighbours, […]

One of my most cherished memories from childhood involves weekend dinners at my Aunt Clara’s house. Every Sunday, the aroma of her special chicken and rice casserole would waft through the air, enticing neighbors and kids playing outside to wish they had a dinner invitation. I remember sneaking into the kitchen, trying to steal a

Growing up, Sundays at my grandmother’s house were synonymous with the aroma of crispy baked chicken wafting through the house. The warmth of family laughter and the comforting embrace of home-cooked meals formed my earliest memories. It was a cherished family recipe, passed down through generations. Last summer, my neighbors dropped by for an impromptu

The first time I tasted ranch dressing was at a neighborhood potluck, where Mrs. Robinson, our next-door neighbor, brought her signature salad drenched in this creamy, dreamy concoction. The dressing was an instant hit, and from young to old, everyone was eager to get the recipe. While Mrs. Robinson was hesitant at first, considering it

I remember the first time I tasted Big Al’s K.C. Bar-B-Q Sauce. It was during a summer gathering at my grandmother’s house when I was a child. As stories from her youth filled the warm evening air, the aroma of her secret sauce wafted from the kitchen. She had a special touch with the sauce,