I bear in mind when Anton was two, he as soon as grimaced for a photograph after which requested, earnestly, “Was that smiling, Mama?” It may be exhausting to determine! So, I’m loving these current snapshots of my honorary niece, Georgie. Cool smile unlocked.
(In the meantime, Toby has formally reached the age the place he towers over me and helps neighbors carry suitcases and groceries. Proud mother over right here.)
Would you ever make a Spanish tortilla with salt-and-vinegar chips, as a substitute of sliced potatoes? “Good looooord,” wrote a reader named Olive. “The chips make it extra flavorful, and you’ll have the entire thing accomplished in lower than half-hour.” Intrigued, my mother and I are planning to make this when she visits subsequent week. Will report again.
For heat summer season days, I like carrying mini skirts, but it surely’s exhausting to search out one which’s not too lengthy and never too brief. I’ve been loving this white one, which falls good.
What’s your consolation present? After I’m drained or pressured, I’ll queue up an episode of 30 Rock. The writing is so good. Right here’s Jack quizzing Jenna about her age.
Lastly, self-importance license plates at all times make me chortle whereas navigating Brooklyn visitors.
What about you? What glimmers have you ever seen these days? What’s your emotional temporature as of late?
P.S. The perfect parenting recommendation I ever acquired, and 5 extra pick-me-ups.
(Tortilla photograph by Critical Eats / Kenji López-Alt.)
