Bee grew up in Digby, Nova Scotia. “Being in a coastal town, you're never too far from a beach or some gruff twinkly-eyed fisherman. I love that no matter where you go there's always someone to give a big, old friendly smile to.” She really has this easy-going, authentic, friendly way about her that instantly puts you at ease. Someone I could happily sit with beside a campfire sharing drinks and funny stories.
My first raclette dinner was at my friend’s Krista and Stephen’s house with a small group of friends, Sarah, Heidi and Celine. We all arrived with a range of potluck offerings for the grill – meats, cheeses, bread, veggies, potatoes and seafood. And wine! Lots of wine.
Every so often, I crave a dish that my mom used to make for family dinners and dig out her tattered, handwritten recipe book that’s held precariously together with old masking tape. Recently, I flipped through the yellowed pages in search of the sticky post-it note marking the recipe for “Mum’s Blueberry Cake”.
