Like asking Dwight about beets, Obama about healthcare

It's really hard to photograph goats. I quote Owen far too much, but as he puts it, "They're like paparazzi when th…

No one has been hospitalized after 23 hours, so I'm calling it a success

I've stalled out on Barbara Lynch's Stir , a great book that I've been dawdling through for months. I was going to ca…

The mother of all catch-up posts

Should we forbid this comportment at the dinner table? Should we laugh it off? I never would have worn a box to dinner! I wonder …

Catch-up post #3: Off the Grid

If you don't live in the San Francisco Bay Area, you probably don't know how cold it has been this summer, how Siberian t…

A perfect Berkeley day

That's not a Novella Carpenter cardboard cut-out Owen is standing behind, it's the real Novella Carpenter, author of Farm…

Does that look heavy to you?

Capital letters denote words spoken in anger. Tipsy: Owen, it's time to feed the goats. Owen: Why do I have to do EVERYTHING…

She needs a haircut

I poured a glass of wine, pulled out my wallet, and Owen and I ordered some chicks the other night. What with shipping, you pay a…

Breakfast of cowboys

Here's a surprise: Muffins are even better when you dunk them in a half pound of melted butter and roll them in sugar.  …