Author: janet

well, that stinks

Hi, fellow dog-owners! A couple of helpful hints to share with you quickly. It’s spring and many of our sleepy woodland friends are becoming more active. If you live in a rural area, you may want to keep a few common household items collected and handy, in case your companion animal gets tangled up with one. If you just sat down to dinner and one dog is still outside, then yes, that was a skunk he was barking at. Here it comes. Like ten hundred million onions but not fresh ones. It’s more of a noise than a smell. As close as a smell gets to a noise. However you say ‘deafening,’ but for a stink. How little chance there is that the skunk sprayed in the yard but missed the dog makes the question basically not worth asking. Isn’t it fortunate that you remember that some brilliant samaritan pioneered a formula which combines hydrogen peroxide + dish soap + baking soda, and you have all the ingredients? Feel smug about that for a second. …

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have your cake | baking for who's in your heart on a raisin + a porpose

have your cake

A hair over seventeen years ago at this time, I was enormously pregnant with my second baby and facing re-jiggered calculations on the part of those with the slide rules and calculators which indicated that the second baby might very likely be born on the fourth birthday of the first. This did not seem ideal to me, for numerous reasons, but I was reassured by science and experts that there was very little to be done about it at that point. They underestimated me and the baby, in many respects. But we can get to that in a minute. While we were still hypermentalating about the potentially shared (or near-shared) birthday notion, my husband gently raised the subject with the birthday’s sole proprietor at that time. “You know,” he said, super casually, while we were driving and talk, as usual, centered around the upcoming celebration of being four, “Mama might be kind of busy on your birthday this year, so someone else may need to make your birthday cake.” I added that maybe we could …

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sweet potato + blood orange salad | a raisin + a porpoise

all the rest have 31

A very long time ago, my sister and I went on a spa vacation. This took place in pre-internet days, to give you a sense of the amount of time that has passed between then and now. Such a thing as a Yelp review had not yet been invented to assist the clueless traveler. Imperfect as that tool may be, a person can increase the accuracy of their expectations at least a little by skimming over the aggregate natterings of many people who have visited a place. We had a paper brochure to go on (remember those?), which very possibly came from a human travel agent (remember those?). The place sounded nice enough, and it suited our budget, and so off we went for a little girly getaway. There was much truth to the marketing: one feature of the palm-tree sprinkled property was in fact a health spa, with scrubs and wraps and rubs and various cosmetic applications and fitness options available all the live long day, and which we quickly surmised catered mainly to …

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