Cod Chowder: A Taste of Newfoundland The wind howled outside, mimicking my grandfather’s booming laughter as he told stories of his fishing days off the Newfoundland coast. Inside, the warmth of the kitchen radiated from the simmering pot of cod chowder on the stove. The aroma, a comforting blend of sweet vegetables, salty sea air, … Read more
Mona’s Newfoundland Fishcakes: A Taste of the Atlantic The aroma alone instantly transports me back to my grandmother’s cozy kitchen in Newfoundland. It was always a hub of warmth and the heart of countless family gatherings. I can almost see her now, standing at her well-worn wooden counter, meticulously preparing these very fishcakes. The comforting … Read more
Molasses Golden Raisin Bread: A Taste of Home My grandmother, a woman whose hands seemed eternally dusted with flour, had a knack for transforming the simplest ingredients into something magical. I remember the comforting aroma of molasses baking in the oven, a scent that instantly transported me to her cozy kitchen. The star of the … Read more
Pease Pudding: A Taste of Newfoundland Heritage The scent of pease pudding always transports me back to my childhood. Not to my own kitchen, mind you, but to my best friend Sarah’s. Every Sunday, a subtle, earthy aroma would waft from their little bungalow, a signal that Sarah’s Newfoundland grandmother, Nan, was at it again. … Read more
Stuffed Moose Heart: A Culinary Adventure My grandfather, a seasoned outdoorsman from Newfoundland, used to tell tales of his hunts – not with pride of conquest, but with a deep respect for the land and its creatures. He spoke of utilizing every part of the animal, from the antlers down to, yes, even the heart. … Read more
Newfoundland Cod Chowder: A Taste of the Atlantic The first time I tasted cod chowder was on a blustery October afternoon in St. John’s. The wind whipped off the North Atlantic, carrying with it the scent of salt and seaweed. I ducked into a small, unassuming pub, seeking refuge from the cold. The warmth that … Read more
Newfoundland Pea Soup with Dumplings: A Culinary Embrace from the Rock There’s a certain magic to Newfoundland kitchens, a warmth that seems to seep into every dish. I remember visiting my grandmother’s house in St. John’s, the aroma of simmering pea soup enveloping me as soon as I stepped inside. Steam curled from the pot … Read more
Newfoundland Toutons: A Taste of Tradition The first time I had a touton, I was huddled around a crackling wood stove in a tiny cabin near Gros Morne National Park. A salty wind howled outside, but inside, the air was thick with the comforting aroma of frying dough and pork. My friend’s grandmother, a woman … Read more
A Taste of Newfoundland: Molasses Raisin Bread I can still picture my grandmother’s kitchen, the air thick with the scent of baking bread and the comforting aroma of molasses. She always seemed to have a loaf of warm raisin bread cooling on the counter, ready to be sliced and slathered with butter. It was a … Read more
Fish and Brewis: A Taste of Newfoundland Heritage The first time I tasted Fish and Brewis, I was perched on a weathered stool in a tiny, bustling kitchen in St. John’s. My friend’s Nan, a woman whose hands told stories of the sea, placed a steaming bowl before me. The aroma of salt cod, potatoes, … Read more
Cod Au Gratin: A Taste of Newfoundland Comfort The aroma alone transports me back to a small, windswept cottage in Newfoundland. My grandmother, Nana Elsie, would spend hours in her tiny kitchen, humming sea shanties as she prepared her famous Cod Au Gratin. The salty air mingled with the creamy, cheesy scent, creating a symphony … Read more
Newfoundland Figgy Duff: A Taste of Tradition The first time I tried Figgy Duff was at a small, unassuming church supper in rural Newfoundland. Steaming, dark, and fragrant with spices, it was served with a generous ladle of warm, golden sauce. I remember the comforting weight of it in my belly, the sweet molasses aroma … Read more
Newfoundland Pea Soup With Doughboys: A Taste of Home The scent of simmering split peas and ham hock always transports me back to my grandmother’s kitchen in St. John’s. I can almost feel the warmth of the wood stove, hear the lively chatter of relatives, and see the steam rising from bowls of hearty pea … Read more
Newfoundland White Bread: A Taste of Home The aroma of baking bread – it’s a scent that instantly transports me back to my grandmother’s cozy kitchen in St. John’s. She always had a loaf of Newfoundland white bread cooling on the counter, its golden crust crackling softly. The warmth of the oven seemed to permeate … Read more
Nan’s Legendary Fish Batter: The Secret to Newfoundland-Style Fried Fish There’s a particular scent that instantly transports me back to summers spent on the rugged Newfoundland coast: the salty tang of the ocean air mingling with the savory aroma of fried fish wafting from the local chip shop. That crispy, golden batter, perfectly encasing flaky … Read more
Newfoundland’s Delight: Mastering the Art of Toutons The memory still warms me: a chilly morning in St. John’s, the salty air biting at my cheeks, and the irresistible aroma of frying dough wafting from my Aunt Sheila’s kitchen. The air was thick with anticipation, not just for the taste of those golden-brown discs, but for … Read more
Newfoundland Cod Cakes: A Taste of the Atlantic My grandmother, bless her heart, was a true daughter of Newfoundland. Every summer, we’d visit her tiny, windswept cottage perched right on the rugged coastline. The salty air, the cries of gulls, and the comforting aroma of pan-fried cod cakes were the soundtrack to those unforgettable days. … Read more
Spicy Molasses Blueberry Cake The aroma still takes me back. Not to a fancy bakery, but to my grandmother’s cozy kitchen in Newfoundland. She always had a half-finished puzzle on the table, a pot of strong tea brewing, and some sort of cake cooling on a rack. This Spicy Molasses Blueberry Cake, adapted from a … Read more
Jigg’s Dinner: A Newfoundland Classic The memory of Jigg’s Dinner is permanently etched in my mind, a comforting beacon from childhood. Growing up, my grandmother, a proud Newfoundlander, would painstakingly prepare this hearty feast every Sunday. The aroma of salt beef simmering on the stove, mingling with the earthy scent of root vegetables, would fill … Read more
Roasted Goose With Apple Rum Stuffing: A Culinary Heirloom The scent of roasted goose always transports me back to crisp December evenings at my grandmother’s house. The massive bird, glistening and golden brown, sat regally at the center of her holiday table. It wasn’t just a meal; it was a performance. The carving, the rich … Read more
A Newfoundlander’s Coffee: A Warm Embrace from the East Coast The first time I tasted a Newfoundlander’s Coffee, I wasn’t in Newfoundland. I was huddled around a crackling bonfire on a chilly Autumn night in Nova Scotia, listening to tales of the sea and the hearty folk who call the Eastern shores home. My friend … Read more
Cod & Potato Casserole: A Taste of Newfoundland Comfort The aroma always brings me back to my grandmother’s small, cozy kitchen in Newfoundland. Outside, the Atlantic wind howled, but inside, the warmth of the oven and the savory scent of cod and potatoes filled the air. She’d hum a jaunty tune as she carefully layered … Read more
Newfoundland Snowballs: A Taste of Childhood Christmases The scent of melting butter, the gentle simmer of milk and sugar, the flurry of coconut – these aromas transport me back to my grandmother’s kitchen every single time. As a child, the lead-up to Christmas wasn’t complete without a batch of these classic Newfoundland Snowballs. We would … Read more