Most memories start as a impersonal note on the calendar: Baby Due Date . Easter. 10th Anniversary . Photography Workshop . School Out. ...

Not everyone understood my last  rant post . My own mum gave me flack about it, "I thought Under the High Chair was a food blog...

 Psst! I’ve got pregnancy news.   You’re about to get the scoop, straight from the horse’s mouth. Ready? I MAY OR MAY NOT BE HAVING...

Posts aren't exactly tumbling out themselves from the cracks and crevices of my laptop and self-publishing, so until that happens (wait,...

I've never been one to usher in the arrival of fall with whoops and cheers, eagerly abandoning the over-ripening tomatoes and mammoth...

They came and went in a flash. Not gone entirely, I suppose, as late varieties still linger at the markets, however when I pulled up at my l...

Ten years ago Danny and I tied the knot in an apple orchard with about 120 friends and family looking on. We were young, just 23, full of ho...