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Foodie Friday: West African Peanut Soup

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Many, many years ago now, on a cold Calgary day, I sought out some warmth at lunch time at a local artisan soup and sandwich shop.

Such places are much more common now, but back then all I knew was that the fresh baked bread looked delicious and the smell coming from the place was divine. Also, I was cold and hungry.

They had as one of their soup specials that day something that they called “West African Peanut Soup,”  which felt to me like it was all of the comfort of a bowl of tomato soup, wrapped up with child-like joy of having a peanut butter sandwich as an adult. Creamy (but with no cream), a little sweet, a little spicy, incredibly hearty and filling and great for warming up on a cold day. It came with some of that freshly baked bread for dipping.

I was in love.

An Open Letter to the people at MGM who want to remake “Mr. Mom”

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Dear MGM,

Recently, a small part of the small corner of the internet that is occupied by stay-at-home dads (like myself) was abuzz about the news that you are working on a remake of your 1983 movie “Mr. Mom.”

I know, this is actually old news (Variety reported it almost a year ago now), and I’m sure the remake has actually been in the works for some time before that. But, seeing as I’ve been unable to find any more up-to-date information on the state of the project, I’m hoping it’s not too late to chime in.

By no means do I speak for every stay-at-home dad, I just hope someone out there is listening to a few simple requests.

Wordless Wednesday: Doot-Doots

Wordless Wednesday: Doot-Doots

(Clearly Coltrane is taking after his brother in this regard.)

Wrestling the Clown

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Over Christmas, my in-laws were visiting from Oregon, and were kind enough to give my wife and I the chance to go have an afternoon to ourselves. It was great.

They’d asked about where they could take the boys to play and we gave them directions to a local McDonalds with a large Playland that would be very easy to find. Lots of slides, warm inside, and our three-year old Tucker had been asking to go there a lot recently. Perfect.

After we’d finished our movie, we called to check in and see how things were going.

As it turns out, they’d taken the boys to McDonalds for some playtime and lunch.

As it turns out, Tucker got a Happy Meal with McNuggets.

As it turns out, he started throwing up after only one or two bites, and didn’t stop for several hours.

“Poor little guy,” I thought to myself when I heard. “He’s totally Wrestling the Clown.”

The Best White Elephant Gift Ever

And now for something completely unrelated to fatherhood: