Some recipes are more than mere instructions regarding ingredients, quantities and process.

It’s the spooooookiest time of the year. October. And that only means one thing:

My family rarely gets along.

The contractions began in the middle of the night, sometime after 2 AM, after my water broke. With summer fading fast, I was plumped to full term, and ready for the main event. I woke my husband, and after contacting the obstetrician, headed to the hospital. Into the unknown we went, with the speed of eager but untrained new parents, to begin the newest chapter in our young marriage.

Christmas is just around the corner. This year I am not sure if that's a good or bad thing, but the one thing that will never change is my mother's cooking. She goes all out for holiday meals and I mean why wouldn't you?

There is a saying that what and how you eat, speaks volume about your personality. I may like to eat spicy food but you may not. Your friend may like to save the best for the last, while you will just mix everything on the plate and gobble them down without a thought.

It was 1973 and I was in the sixth grade when hamburger noodle casserole in its many variations became a staple dinner in our home. This simple meal balanced the budget and the new chaos that overtook our family life that year.

Step one: Take one kitchen, a little boy and his mother. Wait for a rainy afternoon when the weather is too bleak to go outside. Season with the detail that it’s 1980, kids’ TV runs for a couple of hours each day, and there’s a long time to fill between lunch and dinner. Start preparing some pastry.

Follow this quick-step recipe for making a burnt Ahi Tuna dinner while processing devastating news.

Smell is a funny thing. A powerful sensation. Although my nose doesn't work properly (I don't know why) so my senses in taste and smell are fairly dulled, and I don't enjoy food as much as the average person. Still, I love it, and I'm convinced my dulled senses are a good thing, because if I loved food as much as I would if my nose worked, I would eat myself to death without a doubt. Even so, every once in a while I'll smell a scent that will take me back to my home, England.

Whenever my spouse was away, my daughters and I would always know what we would we have for dinner that night. It would be our 'Party Tea.'