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Articles by Tia Everitt
Tia can be found lurking in the heart of deepest, darkest suburban Vancouver. She is a consummate child herder, husband wrangler, caffeine junkie, mouth-frothing political enthusiast and foodie. She remains in total denial about turning 32.
I have a massive deficiency as a foodie.
I do not eat fish.
I loathe being even in proximity of cooked or cooking fish.
As a child, my father – who is a sport fishing enthusiast and has …
Meet the VaporTini. It’s the cocktail that you inhale.
Instead of drinking your spirit of choice, why not suck on some hot booze fumes?
Red Kiva bar in Chicago offers their guests the chance to do just …
Easter weekend is creeping up, and many of us will be heading out to the homes of family and friends to eat, drink, and throw eggs at the houses of our enemies.
What will you be …
Several times a year, I decide that I must make my own gyoza (or potstickers) or I will surely die. This is a happy event in my home, and my spouse and children devour the …
The next time you get to the bottom of the pickle jar, gentle reader, please take a moment to pause and consider the abundant brine that is left behind when the treasures are gone. The …
Despite my fundamental opposition to food in unnaturally vibrant colours and/or designed to appeal to children, I felt compelled to make something festive for St. Patty’s Day desert. St. Patrick (Patron Saint of Food Colouring) …
I nearly died this morning.
32 years of life flashed before my eyes in a fleeting second.
I was half asleep and hadn’t yet managed to scrape up a cup of coffee. My contact lenses weren’t in, …
Every so often, I meander through the plethora of kooky parenting message boards that seem to dominate the interwebz. My reasons for poking around in places I don’t really belong are usually nefarious, and mainly …
When I was a child, I was a judgemental and snotty little punk.
At some point in time, I had incubated and hatched the notion that kids with glasses were either:
a)mentally handicapped
b) unloved, unwanted, socially inept …
People often ask me if I’m planning on having any more kids, or if I’m going to attempt the clichéd ”try for a boy” because I have two daughters.
The answer? No.
Finis! Kaput! Done!
Not only do I …
