I’ll cop to handling my phone w/ my gloved hands when I went out, but I also mentally assigned it as “contaminated” as soon as I left the house, just like my clothes, debit card, mask, and bags. After I got home and showered, I hit it with alcohol wipes and washed my hands again.

Let me know how it goes? My best friend would camp out at the table whenever we had our lebanese dinners, and has since become a vegetarian. I make her spinach pies when I visit, but if I can return her to full kibby status it would be fantastic!

Oh, that sounds amazing!

I’m trying to think of what would create the proper density. In a lot of ways, kibby ends up being a dense, flavorful meatloaf.

If you’re my Southern Californian husband, you can also spread some hummus on a corn tortilla, add on a slice of kibbeh, and a touch of Cholula.

Preach. We’re Lebanese via Michigan, and there were two major milestones on the way to adulthood . . . first, when you were able to tolerate the pine nuts, and second when you first learned to eat kibbeh nayyah.

Could someone pass along to our darling Carlton, bless his heart, that Lewis Grizzard was writing this forty years ago, only it was, y’know, actually funny when Lewis took a pass at it?

#goals

Oh, man.  By the time I read your comment the dog story had been buried by several more people versions -- eating a penny and stuff.  Don’t read this stuff half-asleep; I just sat here for WAY too long trying to figure out how you *ate* the underwear. 

Oh man, I LOVED the Schwann truck when I was a kid! And as a total Red Baron geek (the Snoopy, the song, the mythos . . . ), this absolutely made my day.

NYC is one long logistics puzzle.  I have a mental calculation of what heavy vs light groceries I need as well as if I can grab an easy bus home or not (the train’s a little too far to carry groceries; the bus stops closer to the house).  If I know I have a major list that needs to get filled, I cheat and grab an uber…

I feel like that’s decent math, if rounded a little generously and accounting for time-to-train variance. It takes me 50 minutes to an hour to get from Carroll Gardens to 5th Ave and the mid-50s—I think that’s about 6 or 7 miles?

If I’m in an airport, a few things are *absolutes*:

Yup, absolutely!

I haven’t had a chance to hit the midtown one yet, so I’m speaking purely on speculation and theory. That said, I’m a transplant from a southern state, so my theories around this are pretty good.

I will bring a cheese plate and a tasteful collection of throwing stars.

It’s a critical element for me. Less for during the flight than for post-flight—in my case, a normal trip to my family (which happens roughly monthly) is leaving the house at 4:30am (full charge, but I try to plug in for a bit while I’m at the airport), 7am flight, 9:30 landing, 10:30 get through the airport/get…

As an adult who has worked in child-dense environments, I have sometimes had to approach children who were on their own or seemed to be in trouble. My rule, and the rule that I taught my staff, is to stay a solid step away from the child (out of what could be “grabbing” distance), until you have established that they…

Now you have me reconsidering how I handled the whole situation.

Saving the world, one understanding mother at a time.