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…
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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…
Men Should Iron Their Own Shirts
Let’s put aside the obvious gender role arguments, the dry cleaning convenience, and the spare time excuses. Men should iron their own shirts, but it’s not for the reasons you would think. When you hear the gentle hush of steam…
New Beginnings
Apparently your kid’s first day of kindergarten is a big deal. I say this because other parents at my daughter’s kindergarten talked about how emotional it was, how they got teary when the teacher read The Kissing Hand, and what…
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Molasses Spice Cookies
There’s a reason the rhyme says, “Cinnamon, spice, and all that’s nice.” For me there’s nothing that says autumn like the smell of warm spice cookies wafting from the oven. Which doesn’t explain why I’m baking these cookies now…
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