The problem with the concept of “clean” food is that the imagery is all wrong. You’re saying that other food is “dirty,” but supposed “clean” foods are closer to having been dirt-encrusted plants.
Tangentially, I miss my garden.
I ate a salad on May 17, 2012. Evidently.
This is a salad.
I’m cleaning out my drafts for the blog. I have absolutely no idea why I took a picture of it and saved it as a draft. But it was a pretty enough salad. So here it is.
Salad.
My (half) day at Rhinebeck
I really love going to the New York Sheep and Wool Festival in Rhinebeck, but I’m usually done after a few hours. Maybe if I were taking a class or in a competition or exhibiting animals, I’d put more time in, but I after I walk all of the vendor halls and pet a few sheep, I’m done.
I picked up some yarn for hats and a couple of patterns, but nothing else really spoke to me. I got a lot of excellent ideas and ate some apple crisp, and got to look at the stunning leaves in the Hudson Valley now. Oddly, I didn’t run into anyone I knew outside of the llama barn.
A trip to the baby store
I went to Buy Buy Baby last week for some reason. I don’t remember exactly what that reason was: maybe I wanted to price out baby socks. Once inside, I found things that intrigued and confused me.
Gotta start the misandry training early. Joking about unrealistically low expectations for dads is a great place to start. Ha ha! Men don’t understand where poop comes out!
I can’t help but feel like I’ve seen this product somewhere else, intended for use on a different species.
I would attach one of these holders to my toddler leash.
