As you know, I no longer cook provisions for myself or my family, I merely change the temperature of various items from Trader Joe's BUT I am strongly considering getting back in the game, as evidenced by my setting these down on a surface where I am forced to confront them directly:
Although it may actually turn into some hardcore investigative journalism re: are these two magazines actually exactly the same magazine or what:
|By which I mean thirty seconds of googling publishers and then getting distracted by my Bachelorette fantasy league|
Both issues are pretty promising in their own way.
|If Martha says it's cool stuff for cool dads, I am IN|
|Plus Rachael has this...word salad situation here|
Anyway, I again find myself with nothing nice to say about the age of four, so I will instead pay tribute to the age of six, which has gone very well so far. It's pretty great to have a kid who can competently and enthusiastically engage with a pen pal:
...and give her PowerPoint presentation on crystals the absolute best title of a presentation on record:
But still put her pants on backwards with amusing frequency:
...and apparently believe that my middle name is Domino.