Living

My road trip across the country has finally come to an end, I have arrived in Vancouver, my new home.

Ten years ago, people drank wine. Now they rhapsodize about it. Wine columnists write at length about a vintage’s distinctive “mouth feel” (I’m guessing, wet?) and unique “flavour profile,” distinguishing the tang of saddle leather and citrus notes with every gulp. (And if you think I made that “saddle leather” thing up you don’t read enough wine columns.)

This is the recipe for our standout dessert served every Sunday, made by me and enjoyed by many that come from near and far for...

f you watch the HGTV series House Hunters as much as I do than it’s pretty clear what most people want in a home anymore. That list boils down to a smattering of predictably trendy décor choices: hardwood floors, stainless steel appliances, granite countertops, double sinks in the bathrooms, and whatever the heck a “man cave” means.

Ms. Chatelaine for the month of May, Alejandra de Miguel, owner of Vintage One Wines, a bespoke winery in Toronto, talks about her family legacy and Argentinian wine pedigree.