Note To Future Self

For tomorrow’s holiday celebration, EM’s creche asked us to “bring along a plate of food that celebrates your culture.”

Baked macaroni and cheese.

With cut-up hot dogs.

Oh. Yeah.

p.s. I was going to make tuna noodle hot dish, but I couldn’t find the right kind of potato chips to sprinkle on the top….

(ever so slightly belated) Congratulations Jeff and Christy!

I like carrots. I don’t mean that in the eat-carrots-turn-orange sense. Rather, I like growing carrots. I’m a fairly incompetent home vege-patch gardener, but somehow, every year we get piles of carrots. They don’t ask for much, they’re tolerant of weeds. They don’t die at the drop of a hat (or a spike in the thermometer), and they don’t get funny diseases. And, at the end of it all, they’re pretty versatile in the kitchen.

There’s nothing more satisfying than heading out the backyard, pulling up a coupla big orange fatties and popping them straight into dinner.

Yum.

Now everyone knows that fava beans go nicely with Chianti, but did you know that they can turn water into wine?

magical fruit, indeed!

I’ll be doing some maintenance to our website over the month of September, so there might be some broken moments coming up.

Hello 2009!

No, I don’t have anything constructive to say. I just wanted to take advantage of my esteemed position as the, uh, closest to the international date line.

It’s the little things in life.

(Much belatedly) thanks for the ‘frigerator art starter kit.

And the other stuff, too.

Without much fanfair, my ten year college reunion passed me by this past weekend.

Where does the time go?

Hi Jenny (and Peter and Owen and Sara),

Thanks for the Christmas presents! Perfect for the rainy west coast.

Somewhere in the panic between the explosive failure of our stove and the arrival of our goodies, a friend dropped by for a visit.

Sadly, he needed a little help to find his way to the door.

But with a little persuasion he was able to let himself out.