They go together like bread and…butter. You’ll see. Picture 1213 Let’s start with a loaf of Scottish oat bread. Simple brown bread, but is it? I can teach Toddler Harbat how to mix the ingredients, the order of rising, forming,…
Yearly Archives: 2010
Daydreaming
Small_Islands_1280 x 1024 This is my desktop background. I don’t know where it is but I can hear water lapping up against those coral outcrops, can feel the fibrous vines in my hands as I struggle to climb up, can…
Animal, Vegetable, Haranguing Lecture
I finally finished Barbara Kingsolver’s Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. I’ll start by saying I had high hopes for the book. For an entire year she and her family committed to local sustainable food, most of it grown and harvested themselves. Now…
Monday Stew: A Little of This, A Little of That
Weekends always seem longer than they are on the calendar. I think back to what I did this weekend: gardening, baking, farmer’s market, park visitor’s center, constructing compost pile fencing, garden festival/fair, and it doesn’t seem possible it fit into…
Winter War draft part 4
CHAPTER 7 May 15, 1939 Hannu and Eero walked through the woods, spring mud squishing under their boots. Long dusk and the weight of wet leaves dampened sounds and they moved slowly through the forest like wandering moose. Eero…
Lonesome Dove
The greatest TV miniseries…ever? We started watching it last night and it is just as good as I remember, with richly-drawn characters, a fantastic cast, and settings so real you can taste the dust and mesquite. I was shocked to…
Rain and the Joys of Being Inside
Pouring rain here. Pouring. It’s dumping like the city’s bought the five-buck carwash, a hundred-foot tall sign telling the metro area to “PULL FORWARD”. As I’ve mentioned, rain is a blessing in this dry climate, and even when it sounds…
Having a Kid is Like…
…beautiful angelic light from heaven, and the clear ringing of silver bells…ahh screw it. Toddler Harbat bit me last night and I called her a wild dog. She cried, there were hugs and apologies all around, and all was forgiven…
Winter is Our Spring
It takes a little getting used to Southern California weather. You won’t be wearing a big parka or overcoat, and your gloves and scarf will lie forgotten in the closet. Santa Ana winds can blow the humidity right out of…
Winter War Draft part 3
CHAPTER 5 Hannu tucked into his whitefish, a slab of bread thick with butter gripped in his other hand. All was silence and consumption until Eero took a long swig of milk from his blue enameled mug and leaned…
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