Last night I was horrified to come into my daughter’s room and find the following scene. Note the victim, face-down amidst books and other scattered goods. It’s hard to tell whether these are signs of a botched robbery attempt or…
Yearly Archives: 2012
The Best Damn Cured Meat Around
I’m a big fan of handmade things, as my readers know. Whether it’s bread or furniture, I think the skill of the artisan imbues in raw materials something far greater than the sum of its parts. I was recently commanded…
An Ode to My Daughter’s Hair, Pt. 5
Springtime means time spent outside bathing in the brilliant light of a promised season, expectation and growth victorious over the forces of cold and dark. What better way to celebrate the arrival of a new season than a party…
Fractal Food
Sometimes food doesn’t need any preparation to be beautiful. Take the Romanesco broccoli. It has a repeating design in the shape and size of the florets and the total number of spirals on the head is a Fibonacci number. Delicious…
Scottish Evening
I’m beginning to think my descriptions of my daughter are all negative. Actually most of our time spent together is pleasant, if often confusing. Take for example this Tuesday afternoon when I came home from work. Child Harbat took me…
The Mule
Hey look, it’s a picture of my head at 7:45 this morning! But let me start at the beginning of the story, not at the unpleasant conclusion. 3:08 AM: Number Two is hungry and crying. I stumble from bed, locate…
Upchuck Buckshot
Deep in the dregs of my memory is a simple meal of honest ingredients: potatoes, meat, gravy. It was called buckshot and I imagine it as something served in crude clay bowls to men who had been working on the…
Heard Around the House, Pt. 1
And now the first of many conversations I have with my daughter. This will be a recurring mini-post on the blog to memorialize the things I couldn’t make up if I tried. Me: “Tonight I’m going to tell you a…
Growing Season
Holy Moley! With the recent rains here in SoCal, the garden is literally exploding with growth. Last year my wife, in an optimistic fit of seed-planting, sowed some kale in our garden. Now it’s coming up with a vengeance, sending…
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