Aside from a Y-chromosome, I feel like a pretty stereotypical mother. You know, I have a baby and now I’m all like “I should just slow cook everything.” The problem is that slow cooking is only easier in theory. For, today, as I quelled my baby in one arm and ground whole, fresh spices with mortar and pestle with the other arm, I realized something...Read More
The wife and I are both working part time. Instead of one of us staying home, or sending our child to daycare, we take turns watching the baby. So, while Wini works Monday through Wednesday, I strap the baby to my chest with one of them hippy wraps, and hang out in town.
One of my regular stops, of course, is the Florian’s Coffee bike...Read More