Because of the economics of my childhood, my parents were thrifty. Because of the economics of their respective childhoods, they knew how. There was never enough money to be miserly, and my parents practiced generosity whenever, and, however, they could. They set aside money for church and charities, and birthdays and Christmas never lacked the magic […]
Yesterday was a blender full of: good & bad, gentle & prickly, soft & unyielding, connection & anythingbut I had all my students in our tiny kitchen: eight bodies wanting activity, wanting participation, some bold, ready to measure, pour, whisk, handing off only when directed to those less so, but fingers still antsy for bowl or contents. Fingers […]
When I’m not writing here, I may be writing In My Tiny Kitchen. Such was the case today. (Oh, and there’s chocolate cake.) Cheers!
I’ve been baking. Testing recipes to use with a group of mostly 10 year olds. Here’s what I did with pie. Cheers!
Raised By Wolves 