My boys are what you’d probably call “good eaters.” They not only have hearty appetites, but they’re relatively adventurous and willing to eat what’s served to them (mostly). I often get frustrated with their particular habits (“Why is P. such
Tag: travel
When I left you last night, I promised there would be news of chickens, fermented shark, and our collective expansion of our personal comfort zones. I suppose I ought to start with the chickens. On the morning of our