Quinoa

The Loverpants family has been heatedly debating the pronunciation of quinoa. I side with Lady Merriam. Keen-wah. Loverpants sides with himself and the indigenous Peruvians. Kin-oh-e. With a schwa on the e, right? Schwa. Love that. Totally not useful but for 2nd grade reading group. Ultimately, I think it's a tomato, tomahhtohh non-debate, but my husband and I have been annoying the ever living snot out of one another over the orthodox pronunciation of this protein-rich grain that sort of sicks me out in the shape it takes when it is cooked. It curly-q's and shreds and looks like something that hangs around the shower drain at the municipal pool. It's just not very pretty.

Quinoa aside, I feel like I'm frittering away a lot of time that should be spent on drafting syllabi for this here Comp course and oh that 3 hour journalism course I'm teaching at Small Local College this fall. You know those classes that begin in one week (?!).

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We're going to a wedding this weekend for our friends Em and Brett. I am so excited they're getting wedded. I think they may be our only friends to remain in Boston as long as we have, with the exception of my former roommate. Huzzah and Mazel Tov all around.

Em hearts Baby Girl very much.

Brett doesn't mind her either.