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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. …

this is what you want for breakfast | seedy bread: a gluten free miracle, from a raisin + a porpoise

health insurance

I would like to tell you a fascinating and relevant story about this bread, but I think I won’t because I don’t have one and because my arms are really sore from a shoulder thing that was perpetrated upon me in yoga today, a pleasantly virtuous discomfort that makes it uncomfortable to type. Virtue without discomfort is the theme of this bread, a photo of which I shared on instagram earlier, causing a positive stampede of 7 people online and one in the grocery store to ask me how to make it.  I’m giving you a recipe, below, and also giving you my blessing to utterly ignore it, because the chain of descent from the place where the bread appears to have originated on down to my oven contains many strong links. You should glance around at the various ways to make it, and then make it with the things you like in it.  Then you should have a slice, toasted, for breakfast, and you will be empowered to do weird and revelatory shoulder things …

stacked|gluten-free chestnut sandwich cookies for love and happiness from a raisin & a porpoise

that old chest nut

Watch now while I do something that I feel certain has never even been attempted before. As you sit back and take it all in, I will deftly weave Kim Kardashian, breastfeeding, Margaret Atwood and chestnut shortbread all together in a single post. And people say New England is dull in February! In addition to having, and nursing, three children of my own, I worked for ten years or so as a counselor to new mothers. All of this made me kind of a boob nerd. [As an aside, may I say blessings on your path however you feed or fed any babies of your own. I hope you have or had all the support you need or needed on whatever path you took, and that your babies and you thrived, which is the point. A boob nerd is not the same as a boob zealot.] Here is a bonus, unadvertised mention of Madonna, to illustrate the extent of my boob nerdishness: I was at a party once where the host had Madonna’s big book …