Mixture

Octopus! Octopus! Octopus!

Rushing Spring With a Dash of the Tropics
By MELISSA CLARK

“USE your eyes, use your nose, use your hands; that’s how you find the sweetest one.” So commanded Germaine, my childhood baby sitter. We were standing in front of the pineapples at the supermarket, and it was my responsibility, at age 10, to choose the ripest.

Rum and Chili Roasted Chicken Thighs With Pineapple

And for batwrangler, Flapping Past Gravity’s Pull, Bat Has a Vortex at Its Wings

Guest Room

After the last bed in the guest room mysteriously vanished along with a lamp or two, it's been maple floor or nothing. Last night, I went and picked up a new sofa in the wilds o' Eagan. It's very brown and sitting in the guest suite amidst much muttering about how ugly it is. Clearly, only short people can be invited for overnight stays.