Somebody needs to stop me

First it was the NY Times Bento slideshow.
Which then led to the insane Luxirare Bento.
Dialed it down a notch with Happy Little Bento.

I read the Times article a month or two ago but cruised the other sights way too late last night.

Today, sans cute bento boxes and proper accoutrement, armed only with what I had on hand, I made my first Bento for mine and Atti's lunch.

Sorry, my little digital Canon is taking such fuzzy pics.
Atti's is avo, scallion and sweet potato sushi, carrots, steamed asparagus and Isreali cous cous made with roasted butternut, shallots, raisins, fennel and sage. He liked it.
Mine is rye bread, albacore, sweet potato and my sweet pickles "rolls", cous cous, asparagus, sweet potato and scallion sushi and some carrots for garnish.

Nobody needs to give me crap about what real "sushi" or a "roll" is either.
These were fun, I think I am going to make more!

My brother made an app.

Check it out:
www.rockpaperiphone.com

I am awfully proud of him.

For Stephanie

Harry and Landra Reid, me and Noodle/ Denver 2008

I'd like them to be like their dad.

Wicked smart, crazy funny and hard workers. It begs the question; if I had daughters would I want them to be like me? What do I imagine are my strengths? Every one that comes to mind is followed fast behind by the Achilles' heel of said strength. I should figure this out if we have another kid.

Really??

Ok, I just checked my handy sitemeter which I largely ignore. It claims that some of you spend a half hour or more perusing my eensy blog. While I am aware that it may be that you open it, go do your laundry, come back, move on...maybe some of you aren't. I would LOVE it if you left a comment and maybe even told me who you were. Maybe we'll be blog friends. Maybe we'll recommend good books to each other. Maybe our children will marry...oops, too much? Anyway, leave a comment. I'd love to hear from you.

sourdough pancakes

and amazing wild apricot jam.

Things I like

Honestly, it's been a bit of a poopy summer so far. Serious sadness with Ash, litigation with the farmer's market and crazy head with me. It's a good time to take stock of the things that are going well, of which this is only a small sampling: great friends, no, the world's best friends; my boys really love each other; Atti has mad style AND loves to read; early morning sunshine and great animals and lastly, a great typewriter and a porch on which to write. And Jason, always Jason.