I bear in mind when Anton was two, he as soon as grimaced for a photograph after which requested, earnestly, “Is that smiling, Mama?” It may be onerous 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 an alternative of sliced potatoes? “Good looooord,” wrote a reader named Olive. “The chips make it extra flavorful, and you’ll have the entire thing executed 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 time days, I like sporting mini skirts, but it surely’s onerous to search out one which’s not too lengthy and never too quick. I’ve been loving this white one, which falls excellent.
What’s your consolation present? Once I’m drained or burdened, I’ll queue up an episode of 30 Rock. The writing is so good. Here’s Jack quizzing Jenna about her age.
Lastly, vainness license plates at all times make me snort whereas navigating Brooklyn site visitors.
What about you? What glimmers have you ever observed recently? What’s your emotional temporature lately?
P.S. The best parenting advice I ever got, and five more pick-me-ups.
(Tortilla photograph by Critical Eats / Kenji López-Alt.)
