Wild strawberries on Gilmour Street, Peterborough, ON

Meet Fragaria vesca. (What? Based on the title you were expecting something else? These are wild strawberries, not strawberries gone wild.)

Also known as the woodland strawberry in deference to its…

Seville oranges, halfway to being marmalade

Bitter. Oh, so bitter. Yet intensely fragrant. A fruit of perfect balance.

That’s the calling card of the Seville orange (Citrus aurantium), also known as the sour orange or bigarade. Its fleeting…

Beefsteak tomatoes at Ottawa’s ByWard Market

Has there ever been a varietal more aptly named than the “beefsteak” tomato? Weighty and dense, tender and flavourful. Best eaten in thick slices. Just like a nice cut of,…

Red Haven peach poached in rosé wine with blueberry-basil garnish

What you do: Boil rosé wine with some sugar and a cinnamon stick until mixture becomes syrupy. Add peeled peaches and simmer about 10 minutes, until they are…

Raspberry picking at the Rose Family Farm in Mount Albert, Ontario

It rained the whole time we were in the field. I think the berries taste that much sweeter for our dedication.

Red currants

It is 8:45 a.m. on a Saturday in July. I descend the steps of the 504 streetcar at the intersection of King Street West and Jarvis. As I wait for the light to change to allow…

Lime tart with fresh raspberries

I know. I know! It’s yet another dessert post.

I’m just as surprised as you are, as I’ll gladly side with savoury over sweet every single time. But what can I say? There…

Tower of Strawberry-Vanilla Jam

Welcome to Photo Friday.

Over the months I’ve been watching the images in my photo library pile up and thought it a shame that only a select few make it up here in full…

Lemon loaf

I can tell you precisely when I started to cook — not just help in the kitchen, but do full-fledged home cheffing pretty much on my own. It was Summer 1990, as recorded in Candles and…

An old friend: lemon meringue pie

Lemon meringue pie and I go way back.

I have filmy, fragile memories of my mom making it in the kitchen of the house I lived in until I was eight. In…