It's 6:08 pm, Hugo's asleep and I'm nursing a bottle of beer and Googling "how do you know if you have a spirited child". It's been that kind of week.
Deep breath.
But it's Friday and in a few hours my husband will be here and tomorrow we're giving Max the tour of Hugo's future daycare (less than two months before he starts!) and tomorrow night we are getting dressed up and going out for a fancy dinner just because and so all is well. Besides, now I can ask Hugo to make the sounds of an owl, a monkey, a lion, a cat, a dog, a cow and a horse and he complies with gusto and his adorable, crooked smile. (The owl is my very favorite – if I ever manage to catch it on film, I shall post it here and force you poor people to watch to it over and over again.)
Elsewhere,
A lovely excerpt on a fantastic used cookbook store in Pasadena from this book.
Made me laugh: the secret to food blogging.
Made me cry: On dinner diaries and the passage of time.
Grandmothers and their signature dish, photographed by Gabriele Galimberti.
Do you need a life-affirming cooking video? Watch (and read) this.
And finally, Ruth Reichl loathes honey and other secrets of the NYTimes restaurant critics.
Have a good weekend, folks!
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