“I want to make that. And I want to make that.” Finn is flipping pages in one of the Irish cookbooks Grandma gave me years ago, pointing to the pictures like it’s his favorite story: barm brack, shortbread, scones, seafood … Continue reading
A new room, with new walls and new toys and new people. I sat there with little Kav and we both looked around, trying to get our bearings. And I’m terrible at introductions and hate small talk, but so far … Continue reading
Vin was describing liverwurst to our kids, who have never had it. “It’s like pâté,” he said, “but different. More like the consistency of…umm…uh…” “Cat food,” I said, being helpful. “Hummus,” he said, ignoring me. In spite of his correction … Continue reading