We all have to wait. There’s a spectrum of patience, from Indian bureaucracy at the top to Manhattan driver at the bottom. I can be patient when I know it’s truly out of my hands, and horribly impatient when it’s…
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It’s All What You’re Used To
Something about the structure and grammar of today’s post title bothers me. How about, “It is All About That To Which You are Used?” No. “All to Which You are Used is It?” That’s even worse and I can’t figure…
Skunks, Dancing Dolls, and Floral Beer
I was awoken this morning by something you don’t want to be woken by: the pungent stench of fresh skunk. Had it been sleeping on my pillow? I couldn’t sleep so I wandered into the living room and it was…
Posted in Brewing, Parenting Tagged with: beer, blossom wheat, CH, child harbat, dolls, home brewing, hops, orange, skunks, smell, wheat beer
It is Freezing!
Cold weather is gripping the nation, especially my hometown in Washington, DC where’s it’s a temperature that doesn’t sound like a temperature: eight. Up in the higher latitudes it’s approaching temperatures found in outer space beyond poor Pluto. It’s thirty…
Parent/Normal Person: The Dividing Line
Parents aren’t normal people. Normal people can enjoy simple things. Parents worry and ruin EVERYTHING. Don’t believe me? Let’s go for a walk with Number Two, a calm three year-old boy. Well…calm for three. Oh look, a fountain in a…
Portraits and Pints
CH did her first portrait of me, one that required posing and time and deliberate work. This was her first drawing that wasn’t a stylized representation (eyes, mouth, hair) but a recreation of what she saw when she looked at…
Card Hospital
Is it a real hospital made of cards? Is it the hospital of a town called Card? No. It is a hospital for sick and injured playing cards. I’ve said it before, there is not limit to the creativity of…
Sometimes They Are Good
Here’s how parenting goes: there’s always a fire somewhere. Either it’s coals under tinder, ready to explode, or you’re throwing handfuls of water on a Viking pyre. Either way you feel you can never completely relax. And here’s the other…
Holiday Battle Rage!
Who thought it was a good idea to sequester children in a small house, set their constitutions alight with sweets, then have them rip into piles of presents like hyenas going after a water buffalo? Christmas is madness, a ready-made…
Making Christmas
One of my greatest joys in life is working in the kitchen. I think it takes a man to say that, unafraid of the social mores of ignoring football on Sunday. I don’t give a rat’s ass what the San…
Posted in Baking, Brewing, Parenting Tagged with: baking, Chinese toys, christmas, christmas bread, Confucius, food, golden oat bread, number two, sourdough
