This week was derailed by my husband having a root canal done (and handling it better than really anyone has a right to, I think, though I am very grateful that he’s doing so well), and so in lieu of a second post (which let’s be honest would probably still have been about potage, as I made a triple batch yesterday in order to get us through Soft Diet Only week), here is a small collection of links. Small, but all of the highest caliber.
THINGS TO THINK ABOUT
Hank Green with a brilliant and scathing analysis of how and why the mainstream media has lost millenials.
An outline of seven steps towards achieving financial stability despite a variable income.
A retired Army general in favor of making a year of service more available, if not straight-up mandatory? Yes please.
A brief reflection on suffering and death, or, why we don’t euthanize people.
An article that summarizes key differences between Christianity and Islam, with the aim of arguing that the latter is more violent than the former. On the one hand, it’s a nice narrative; on the other, I feel sure there are some gaps, but don’t know enough to say one way or another.
An excellent breakdown of allegedly gendered things you can do and still be a feminist.
THINGS TO ENJOY
My friend Katherine has turned her blog into a let’s-make-period-recipes-as-close-to-the-original-as-possible blog, and it looks like it should be a lot of fun.
A helpful illustrated guide of 27 things you should never do to a baby.
And finally, Two minutes of babies going through tunnels and freaking the crap out.
See y’all next week!
This is not a food blog, but.
I studied abroad in Angers, France, the fall semester of my junior year of college. The classes generally weren’t too hard, which was nice, and I lived with a host family, which made community-craving me very happy. My host parents and their youngest daughter (about a senior in high school) were absolutely lovely and helped ease some of the homesickness that inevitably comes from being far away from friends and family, especially in a foreign culture. Granted, it was a foreign culture I generally loved, but when you’re mostly on your own for meals sometimes you just want to be able to go to the grocery store after 2000.
And sometimes you’re not able to, and your host mom graciously shares her potage with you.
My mother-in-law taught me her omi’s recipe for potato balls last night, and as she was peeling potatoes with a knife she said, “Now, you can do this the more economical way,” and demonstrated how the skins of steamed/boiled potatoes can be peeled right off the potato without any loss of the starchy goodness itself. “But that takes more time, and…you know,” she said, continuing on with her knife and a wry shake of her head, “my father is probably rolling over in his grave right now. ‘That’s perfectly good potato!’ he’d say –grew up during the Depression, you know–this was one of his pet peeves.”
And of course he wasn’t talking about the peels themselves, but the extra flesh you lose when you don’t painstakingly strip the potato. And you certainly wouldn’t want potato skins in potato balls–the potato makes a dough, and the skins would change the consistency. But I still laughed to myself at how terribly apropos the comment was.
“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I said, and she chuckled. “Whichever one of us gets to heaven first won’t tell Grandfather.”
“Agreed,” she said, and we left it at that.