We train ourselves to think of the momentous occasions as the ones to memorialize: birthdays, graduations, anniversaries. By viewing life as a series of bridges between islands we deny ourselves the reality that life is every small step, every moment…
The Ultimate Home Garden Crop
I’ve had my experiences with zucchini, have battled with overgrown kale and eggplant, and tried to stop the inexorable spread of marjoram through the garden. Through all this I’ve discovered one crop that may be the perfect thing to grow…
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Gruesome Crime Scene Photos
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…
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…
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