We received some yummy homemade granola for Christmas (thanks to the Portland aunties!), and at Caitlyn’s request I rounded up the ingredients to reproduce it on our own. I scooped and Caitlyn poured and stirred. I think she had a good time helping, although she didn’t sound so enthusiastic when I asked if she’d want to do it again, something that I think has more to do with the granola-making taking the whole morning and using up her intended Lego time than with the actual granola-making itself. The report from breakfast today, though, was that she ate it enthusiastically. And …

I need a cow

Ok, maybe not. Cows are big, and the neighborhood would probably object if I were to fence off our central park and convert it to cow pasture, since there’s no way my back yard is big enough. And there’s the various problems of noise (“Mooooooo!”) and manure (flies and stink), not to mention the sheer work of feeding, milking, impregnating, and keeping it healthy. Oh, and what to do with the inevitable calf? No, I can’t have a cow. I don’t even really want one. I’m happy growing vegetables but very nervous about all forms of livestock. But I need …