When I was a young girl I went to a place called Blueberry Hill near Little Bras D'or on Cape Breton Island, and sat on an ant hill. A red ant hill. I carry the memory of being bitten a thousand times by angry little bugs in my head like it was yesterday. Forty three years later I still cringe at the humiliation of being stripped to my birthday suit in front of perfect strangers as my dad desperately tried to shake the tenacious little jerks loose. When we returned to my grandmother's …
Butter Tarts – An Ooey Gooey Treat
Here's the thing, I've never made these butter tarts. This is the recipe my mom has used for years and frankly I don't want to touch it. Not out of fear that I can't make them mind you, but more that she'll stop making them for me. I like to believe these have some love sprinkled in them because they certainly taste like it. The tops of these butter tarts are crunchy because the sugary filling carmelizes while cooking, but the inside is drippy and messy and oh so delicious. It's been …
