I’ve been on a Would I lie to you? tear for the last month; if you need to laugh out loud, it’s a good catalyst. This episode has it all.

Tonight I feel like a master of the culinary universe: butterhorns were a gateway drug to the yeasty arts. Pizza dough, it turns out, is within the grasp of mortals.

Killer toppings: pickled romanesco from Terra Rossa and cherry tomatoes from Trudy White. 

Following Nature Conservancy advice that local birds will appreciate a novel winter hangout, I placed our retired Christmas tree in the back yard.

My friend Dave has launched a project to, over the next 52 weeks, film a shot-for-shot remake of Love Actually, but with his kids in the starring roles. At least that’s what I think he’s doing; I may have misinterpreted.

This year we expanded our terrain and walked all the way to Stratford. The new path along the Hillsborough Bridge is only half-completed — from Charlottetown to the span — but the way is passable until land on the other side. The 50 km/h winds added some resistance exercise on the way over, and blew us back home.

Quick, get your turkey in the oven: it will be cooked by 100% wind energy at this hour.

Oliver insisted we have a go at making Apple strudel tonight, from my grandmother Nettie’s recipe.

Poor planning on my part meant we had to go the whole nine yards and make the dough from scratch. While we didn’t manage to get Nana-level paper-thin, we came closer than I imagined we might. In the oven now.