Month: April 2006

Another of the things I hate about a head cold (other than yesterday’s post that is), is that my brain doesn’t work as well. I {...}

potentilla from over there, asked if I could post a recipe for one my breads. She postulates the theory of slothful cooking, which I is {...}

In many ways it was a grim weekend, yet I found it oddly pleasant. I think that’s due to both LL and I just kicking {...}

“Cookbooks Lie,” said dear old dad. This one, of many, I soon learned was absolutely true. They present cooking as science, but are mere approximations {...}

I awoke in the middle of last night and heard a familiar sound. From the next room came the rolling whisper of number one son’s {...}

OK, maybe having the kids away has its advantages. Last night I got home just before nine. LL came and opened the door, a big {...}

In the following transcription names have been changed to protect the guilty, it is otherwise accurate and verbatim. “Good Morning! National Bank of Idiots and {...}

For once I am home before seven. Lately I haven’t got home before nine. The phone rings. “Hello?” “Daddy!” Its Pirate Pete. I should explain {...}

“Daddy, are you awake?” My eye shades are pried off my face. Up until a second ago I was deeply asleep. “Hmm? Yes poppet.” It {...}

I read a fascinating article this weekend, that’s left me thinking. It brokered a good discussion over lunch with LL as well. The basic premise {...}