29 April 2012
|buy it here|
|These fish are suspended under the pylons of the highway|
|Fiesta Queens at a function at the art museum|
|art museum cafe|
|Shrimp and grits|
The way back:
|Music at the VFW|
The most irksome decisions I faced as an adult and working mother seemed to be made at the supermarket. Fundamentally trivial, they were nonetheless maddeningly fraught, involving questions of time, quality, money, First World guilt, maternal guilt, gender, meaning, and health.
|Testing jam on frozen plates for doneness... paging Drs. Freud and Rorschach.|
|Julie's first jam!|
But however bad the food was in Britain, at least they didn't put sugar in everything. He'd ordered the Mothership Chicken Basket, and the whole lot - meat, bread roll, chips, salad dressing, even the lettuce, far as he could tell- was sweetened.