I was having a bit of fun with Katherine this morning, using the recent snowfall as my prop. (Incidentally, this is our second “snowfall,” a term that stays in quotes for me because it’s gone the next day, broken down by city life and English temperateness into slush and then just English wet. Does snow count if it never sticks around??) Looking into the back garden, she started singing a song about snow.
Katherine, can you say sssssssnow?
SSSSsssssssnow, like ssssssnake?
Then she looked at me, realizing that “snow” and “no” sounded exactly the same when she said them, and then she laughed. Is there a category for “child’s first pun” in the baby book?
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Katherine just started us in a rousing rendition of “The Wheels on the Bus.” Nathaniel looked from one of us to the other, both confused and elated, and clapped along.
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I made these savory scones last night, and they were really, really good. Okay, so I didn’t have rye flour, I do not put a whole stick of butter in my scones (half applesauce), and I made a few other tweaks, but whatever came out of all that was delicious. I love the mix of sweet and salt in it. This savory bread pudding is in the oven at the moment, and I can’t wait to see how it tastes. How, you might ask, do I get the chance to make fun new dishes? I let Nathaniel into a formerly forbidden lower cupboard, after removing a few glass dishes, so my kitchen floor was littered in bread pans, casserole dishes, and the like. I also let Katherine “help” by eating odd bits of bread and vegetable as I cooked. I occasionally get large chunks of cooking time, as long as I don’t mind a bit of chaos in the process.