In an effort to finally rid the house of leftover Easter candy, I snagged a copy of Loralee Leavitt’s Candy Experiments and began to flip through looking for a way to dispose of all those unwanted Peeps. I hadn’t gotten very far before I found the warning: “Never heat a jawbreaker.” And all I’ve been able to think about since is why. Why can’t you heat a jawbreaker? What happens?
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Last week, when The Eleven-Year-Old and I came home from school, we discovered our normally sleepy cat on high alert. Turns out there was an opossum in our backyard. “Oh no,” said my 11-year-old daughter. “Is it time to freak out?”
This week, The Eleven-Year-Old indulges in a bit of not-too-scary horror courtesy of Troy Cumming’s The Notebook of Doom and K. A. Applegate’s Animorphs series.
Once you start looking for it, public art really is everywhere. My husband passed this statue of Edgar Allan Poe while strolling down Boylston Street in Boston, Massachusetts last week.
This week, The Eleven-Year-Old stumbled across Laurie Halse Anderson’s Fever 1893, and discovered Jon Scieszka’s Guys Read anthology series (she really wants me to tell you that the Guys Read anthology isn’t just for guys).
I have never seen this kind of flower outside of a florist arrangement before. But there it was, just growing next to a fence post because…
The Eleven-Year-Old has officially started the last month of fifth grade. The entire house is pretty much feeling it. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles
Thinking about composting your potentially E.coli infected romaine? Do me a favor. Don’t. At least not this time around. Here’s why.
First, an apology. Between tax time and birthday season and spring break, it’s been a while since I have had time to check in here at…
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