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Author Archives: Rhona
Lightning cake, sloes and plums
Looking for something to do with a basket of plums, I turned to my mother’s old Boston Cooking School Cookbook, whose spine is now made of electrical tape and which has all manner of interesting thing poking out between the … Continue reading
Potluck Capital of the World
Victoria seems to me to have an above average number of dinner parties of a potluck nature. (These are not to be confused with potlatch parties which are on another plane entirely and I have yet to receive an invitation … Continue reading
Horses and kidneys
While I was in Edmonton last week, a couple of people mentioned a book that had been recently launched – Ride The Rising Wind: One woman’s journey Across Canada by Barbara Kingscote – about a woman who rode across Canada … Continue reading
Ekstasy in Fernwood and home made ketchup
I was shocked to find myself at a poetry reading in fabulous Fernwood last night, on a balmy summer’s eve; one of the early events offered by local publisher Richard Olafson in celebration of the 25th anniversary of his press, … Continue reading
Festival finale
Morning… Noon… Evening. The plastic wristbands have been snipped off, the sunburns are being soothed and the festival t-shirts and cds are being assessed for staying power. Where does the festival time go? Sunday was a little anticlimactic for me … Continue reading









