I don’t think I have ever moved in Winter. My moves have always been marked by the school calendar– a flurry of finals, rapidly moving, and then, enjoying a bit of summer vacation. And I guess that since I have married an academic, this is the way that our moves will always be. It works out fine, we managed this move with only a few bruises from bumping into boxes of books, and more than a few towels have been used to mop our sweaty brows.
The hardest thing for me to move is, of course, the kitchen. There are pots and pans, bake ware, popsicle molds, utensils, my fondue pot, to name just a few from the laundry list of items. Naturally, those all get packed up. (You never know just when that fondue pot will come in handy!) But then there are [...]

When my in-laws first got married, my mother-in-law, ever the good 1960s wife, prepared a bowl of globby oatmeal for the two of them every morning. Little did she know that her husband actually disliked oatmeal, almost as much as she did. Both ate their oatmeal every morning thinking that the other one liked it, until one day the truth came out and, much to their mutual relief, ne’er a bowl of oatmeal was to be seen on their table again.
But, I like oatmeal. The steam rising from the bowl emitting a wholesome, nutty fragrance first thing in the morning can be both comforting and restorative. But you know what might be even better than hot oatmeal? Well, not necessarily better, just altogether different…and wonderful– bircher muesli.
Now I know muesli. In fact I went through a brief, albeit red-hot desire for Familia Muesli in high [...]