What you’re about to see is a copy of the first cookbook I ever made. I was in my early teens when it suddenly occurred to me that I’d never be able to replicate family recipes in later life, unless I hunted them down and wrote them up. So, that’s what I did. Behold “The Calder Cookbook” (published circa 1986; print run 4)!
When I was very little and learning how to swim, one of my father’s teaching techniques for going under water was the “Hen Chicken Rooster Duck” method. He’d wade me out into the river and bob me up and down for three menacing counts – hen…chicken….rooster… – before I’d frantically grab my nose, knowing that at “duck,” I’d get plunged right under the surface. Oh the excitement and terror of it all! Read more →
I hadn’t had a good North American-style dinner roll in ages. My mother makes a nice one and she gave me a lesson while I was home in early summer to jog my memory. Very good for lobster sandwiches! And very good, too, as we’re making them, for reminding us that life doesn’t always have to move at breakneck speed. Read more →