Piccolina
Executive Chef
I miss my mom's cooking!
My mom is an awesome cook, she is so humble about it (for example she claims she “not creative” but that's not true, she made amazing dinners many a night with the most basic of “cheap” ingredients, and managed to give us full tummies). Picking one of my favourite of her meals is just as hard as being asked for a favourite movie. I adore her chicken pot pie, her stroganoff is the best I've ever had, and she makes the most to-die-for broccoli and cheddar soup and cinnamon buns.
My step-dad is great cook too, though he tends to stick near the barbecue where he rustles up mouth watering steaks and darns of salmon for special occasions. It's cool because he has a lot of the prairie farmer recipes from his late mother, and makes some really neat dishes. One that the whole family loves are deep-fried pieces of sweet dough (much like a funnel cake or carnival fritter) that for some odd reason (he doesn't know why) are called “rabbits”.
My mom is an awesome cook, she is so humble about it (for example she claims she “not creative” but that's not true, she made amazing dinners many a night with the most basic of “cheap” ingredients, and managed to give us full tummies). Picking one of my favourite of her meals is just as hard as being asked for a favourite movie. I adore her chicken pot pie, her stroganoff is the best I've ever had, and she makes the most to-die-for broccoli and cheddar soup and cinnamon buns.
My step-dad is great cook too, though he tends to stick near the barbecue where he rustles up mouth watering steaks and darns of salmon for special occasions. It's cool because he has a lot of the prairie farmer recipes from his late mother, and makes some really neat dishes. One that the whole family loves are deep-fried pieces of sweet dough (much like a funnel cake or carnival fritter) that for some odd reason (he doesn't know why) are called “rabbits”.