Ruminations and recipes from a small kitchen in a big city.


Common wealth.

The school made a little less than $30,000. That's a lot of jars of jam. That will buy some computers.

The best thing isn't what they do with it, but that the children saw the work that went into it. You can hold out your hand for a government grant courtesy of the taxpayer, or you can get it the old-fashioned way: earn it. They see their mothers slaving over a stove or a sewing machine for weeks. Lucky children. They just don't know it yet.

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