Hi. My name is Jacquelyn. Aka “Mama”. Aka “The Gourmet Housewife”.

If you’re on this page, you’re wanting to know a little bit more about me. Or else Google failed you, in which case you should push that “back” button on your browser.

I’m one of those annoying people who actually LIKES exercising and eating vegetables. I try to avoid processed and pre-packaged food as much as possible, but I am also a full-time working mother of three, and macaroni and cheese is a staple in our house.

I drink Starbucks and red wine in copious amounts.

I detest meatballs and meatloaf. I can take or leave asparagus. I used to hate cilantro, but something changed after baby number three and now I love it.

I am too much of a perfectionist, and I apologize for every little thing. Sorry about that.

I can always be found in the kitchen, glass of wine in hand.

I talk about them a lot on this blog, so here’s a little bit more about the loves of my life:

The hubby

One look from this guy and I still get butterflies in my stomach. I think that’s the way it’s supposed to be, don’t you? It’s probably the dimples. Or maybe the blue eyes.

The hubby should have been born in Italy. He would eat pasta every day if I would let him.

People always tell the hubby he’s so fortunate to be married to me because of my cooking, but I’ll let you in on a little secret: he’s a better cook than I am.

Maybe one day we’ll tag team this blog, but then I’d have to change the name. And for sure he’d make me get rid of the pink. 

I’m not ready for that level of commitment yet. (Update: I’ve totally gotten rid of the pink, but the name stays.)

The firstborn

One day he was this:

And then in the blink of an eye he was this:

And I don’t know how the time flew by so quickly.

The firstborn was your typical picky eater, except worse. Maybe because of us, maybe because of just being a toddler. When he was a baby, he would eat anything and everything. As time went on, he started getting pickier and pickier until he was only eating bread and cheese in various forms. And roasted seaweed. Odd, I know.

My mother assured me that he would grow up to be normal and would eat fruits and veggies without them having to be in smoothie form. And guess what: she was right!

The girl

One day she was this:

And then in the blink of an eye she was this:

And again, I have no idea how it happened so quickly. This pink addition to our family was loved most of all for her inability to talk back, which quickly went away the moment she hit toddlerhood.

The girl was responsible for a major sweet tooth during my pregnancy which took a full two years to go away.

She has never been a picky eater. The girl will try anything, but chocolate is always the first choice.

The baby

One day he was this:

And then in the blink of an eye he was this:

Because learning lessons was never our strong suit, we thought we’d try for one more, and along came #3.

The baby is responsible for any lack of brain power we are now exhibiting from lack of sleep. This, of course, is in addition to the brain power we already lost after the first two were born.

The baby makes up for all of this with his cuteness.

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FAQs:

Do you have any formal training?

No. I just love to cook and have learned through tons of trial and error. I probably don’t know the answer to your technical culinary question. I’m really good at Googling though.

Will you do sponsored posts?

Nope. Been there, done that. Felt like a fraud posting about products that I wouldn’t buy in real life.

Do you cater?

Nope. Been there, done that. My nerves can’t handle it, and my bank account can’t handle the amount of wine I need to cope with my nerves not being able handle it. It’s a vicious cycle.

If you are a friend, I might as a favour to you. Call me.

Do you teach cooking classes?

Yes! Okay, I’ve taught one. But it was so much fun and my nerves can handle that one…even without wine! If you are interested in a particular type of cooking class, send me an email and we can chat.

Do you really drink that much wine?

I’d like to plead the Fifth your honour.

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