With an Accent

My sister moved to the UK and now has an accent. Not exactly a British one - it is more of a cross between a New Zealand and Canadian accent - but it makes her sound more glamorous all the same. I think when I am having one of those "lost the will to live" exhausted days, I will speak with an accent. Maybe a French one. Heck, my whole family just got over the stomach flu, so I will be effecting an accent at playgroup today for sure.

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Preschool

For me, one of the very wonderful things about not living in Manhattan was the low-key approach to schooling. I say was, because apparently all of us left coast parents have decided that we aren't cool enough unless we also take a cutthroat approach to education. Preschool - which by very definition seems to be about what kids do before they go to school, is now very competitive. It is not nearly as bad as New York, but I hear all the time about parents signing their kids up before they are even born. At many schools, there is a 2 year waiting list.

To me, this seems ridiculous, but in general I have a very relaxed approach to parenting and education. Maybe it's because I was homeschooled for part of my education, but it seems to me there are many different ways for kids to learn. Regardless, I too have jumped on the waiting list bandwagon and have found a trick to avoid getting left behind when my daughter turns 3. What is it? Sorry, you'll have to figure it out on your own.

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Bread

I made bread this morning. Not in a bread machine, but purely from scratch. I consider myself a pretty confident cook and baker, but bread is something I have never quite gotten. Bread is like wine, in that "yeasty" is never a good adjective to have in the same sentence. Although, I suppose yeasty is never a good adjective, period.

It makes me wonder how our grandmothers and great-grandmothers ever made bread, when I have a KitchenAid mixer and a well-functioning oven and still can't manage dough that will rise right. Never mind that I had a sick 1 year old running around the kitchen and bringing me books to read - the challenges of a wood- burning stove or absence of stand mixers seems a greater challenge. Perhaps I should wear an apron and affect a pioneer accent, next time.

Either way, bread from scratch has gone on the list of things to perfect before I die. It's a good thing the other items on the list like "Go skydiving" and "Get scuba certification" absolutely require technology, or I would have a long road ahead of me.