How To Disappear Completely

It might as well be spring...

...the chinook is blowing. Aslan is on the move. It might as well be spring.

And I achieved a tremendous amount of domestic production today: cookies, bread, and potatoes au gratin.

My family likes to call the latter Rotten Potatoes (not to be confused with the film critic site Rotten Tomatoes). Somewhere in our distant past, when one or all of us were young, a certain member of my family thought my mother was saying "the potatoes are rotten" when she set the dish before us. And so the name stuck.