Hey kiddies, here’s a very short lesson in tempered glass and thermodynamics. When you are, say, putting a pizza in an extremely hot oven, please be sure your hands aren’t wet. Because just maybe a single drop of cold water…
Yearly Archives: 2012
Halloween Aftermath
I am astonished at the self-control and noticeable absence of stomach-knotting consumption of candy this week. Child Harbat managed to pick out two candies yesterday, one before dinner and one for dessert, and didn’t whine at all about wanting more. …
The Mad Costumed Dash for Candy
I’ll start by saying I am not sick to my stomach from eating too much candy. This may be a first for me, a sign that I’m finally growing up a bit. Or it was my fear of running out…
Cardamom Braid
Sometimes it’s good to go back to your roots. I started with more decorative breads some years ago and was asked to make a nice gift bread so I put together a cardamom braided bread. It uses my basic white…
Today We are Five
Well, that went by quick. My girl went from a nothing to a crying pink thing to a smiling baby to a toddler, walker, runner, and now, a little girl. Now she’s a force of nature, a beautiful wild person,…
Rub a Dub Dub, Some Stuffies in a Tub
I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised by this kind of thing any more. While the level of sophistication has changed the pure randomness and joy in the play has not. During naptime, Child Harbat decided that all her stuffies needed…
On Blasphemy
This is something that’s been bouncing around in my head for a while, periodically inflamed by news from abroad. Here in the U.S. we’ve always been proud of our efforts to promote free speech, even while we don’t often like…
Life on a Harbor
I’ve the great fortune of working a few blocks from the harbor. My new office puts me just a few blocks from the water and with a downtown airport, a Navy fleet, shipping traffic, train depot, highway, and pleasure craft,…
Face Symmetry
My wife and I were talking about face symmetry at dinner last night because I’m getting my picture taken for work and they want it to be a posed headshot. “How should I hold my head?” I wondered. I spoke…
The Exasperation of Dinnertime
When I grew up we had dinner together. Children were called away from homework (television) or calls went out the front door to summon those in the fresh air. Hands were washed, places taken, and dinner began. I don’t know…
