My parents got Klara in the late summer of 1999 when she was still a pup. I had just moved to California for a year, and I’ll admit that before I met her I didn’t understand what the fuss was all about. Maybe I was even a bit jealous.
This post appeared on March 31 on The Pastry Box Project.
After my first post on The Pastry Box Project last year, I was invited to be a baker for 2015, which is also the project’s final year. I started my tenure on January 31, with a piece titled “Pixel-Induced Alienation.”
A month ago I submitted a piece to The Pastry Box Project, which is now online. It’s titled “My Elusive Science,” and it’s about unicorns and fuzzy puppies (maybe).
Rediscovering and embracing the Mac’s Finder as an organization tool.
Any time is tea time.
Stuff for which I’d blame “the people,” but I know they’re just the victims of miseducation.
I don’t particularly like footnotes, yet I keep using them. Maybe it’s time to stop.
In case anyone is wondering, yes, I boil them too. Full procedure inside.
To celebrate Barack Obama winning the 2012 presidential election, I made a whole-wheat Williams pear pie with pecorino sardo and orange-blossom–honey streusel. (I’m going to have to find a shorter name for it. Let’s just call it Un-American Pear Pie for now.)