Darcie Hossack

Darcie Hossack

Wednesday, 22 June 2016 14:50

It was a lasagna noodle epiphany

In the beginning, we peered at each other’s avatars across a quiet chat room. No one, everyone, it seemed, wanted to be the first to write.

There was always something about them, the way they’d come into town, aproned and polka dotted, that made me want to put on a kerchief and slip into the middle of their other-worldly little flock.

As if in solidarity with my lemming-like herd of small appliances (the untimely expirations of which I lately disparaged in print), my smoke detector has a death wish.

Hubris.See also: Pride. It’s an expectation that far exceeds the scope of one’s being.

Wednesday, 27 April 2016 15:05

Tripe, chicken necks and tea in the crypt

Had it been a recipe contest, tripe might be a hard winner to swallow.

Wednesday, 20 April 2016 15:00

Tripe, chicken necks and tea in the crypt

Had it been a recipe contest, tripe might be a hard winner to swallow.

Thursday, 07 April 2016 09:23

The sky is falling

The packaging should read: Home Safety Devices, brought to you by the Chicken Little Company of Products.

Wednesday, 23 March 2016 13:41

Cream puffs and angel food sheet cake

We were all set. My mom and sister and I had just received our copy of the “Let’s Go Band!” fundraiser cookbook, and found the first recipe we wanted to try.

I’m hanging up my ice skates.

Wednesday, 24 February 2016 14:47

When a house turns into a doughnut bakery

Grandma Friesen never made anything in small amounts.

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