Folk Wisdom... Folk Arts... and words that want to be shared

My grandmother tells the story of being the first in her neighbourhood to own a slow cooker. It was the wonder of the neighbourhood, and the soups and stews it produced became the requested favourite at every pot luck of family and friends. This soup was the classic fall offering and was a real...

I see very few apple pies made like this anymore. It’s a shame because this is my favourite way by far. This comes compliments of grannie Sally.

1 - 10 inch deep dish apple pie shell (unbaked)
8 apples
2 Tbsp packed brown sugar
1 1/2 tsp cinnamon

Custard:

1 cup milk
1 cup whip cream
1/4 cup...

When we reach this time of year when the days are starting to give way to the evenings more quickly, the slightly cooler nights invite back warmer choices of food. It’s not yet time for full fall fare, but dishes with oven time seem reasonable again. This is the time of year my grammama...

by Ali M.

I grew up with my mother, making her mother’s, who was making her mother’s, cornbread. It probably went back further than that, and now it’s me who is making it! 

It’s a simple affair. And that is its beauty. In the days of cast iron pans, it always went,...

by A. Moldowan

We are in the season of honey cake, and my grandmother Anne would always honour summer solstice with the preparation of good honey cake. It was easy and yummy and ‘of the season’. She would always serve it with an extra drizzle of honey or heavy cream on top. If...

by J.A.

My Grandmother Jozefa would relish the time of year when the dandelions began to arrive in great numbers.

Dandelions meant dandelion honey could be made and used as a drizzle to pour on ice cream or dessert, or a syrup for pancakes, or turned into dandelion juice by diluting the...