When we went to visit MamaSquirrel’s grandmother in the hospital, Squirrelly, Jr., and I went out for a walk in the area. One of the places we passed was the nursing home next to the hospital. Teh Boy pointed out something odd.
“I didn’t know people still had propane tanks,” he said.
“Oh, sure they do,” I [...]

Squirrelly, Jr., at the Memphis Farmers Market, on his fourteenth birthday:
Ooh! Eggplant!
What have you done to me?
He got his eggplant. We also bought him a cinnamon roll for breakfast. We’re not monsters.
Happy birthday, Teh Boy.

It’s creamy, sweet, and… different. It’s also an independent Squirrelly, Jr., creation.
Anybody want to take a guess?

Give up? Check it out here for the answer.

On a recent visit to the Memphis Farmers Market, I was hungry, so I went to get a muffin. Squirrelly, Jr., was hungry too. He had ten bucks of his own money, but I sprung for breakfast. I figured he would want to hang onto his cash for something cool.
So what did Teh Boy think [...]

I think I recently sort of had “the talk” with Squirrelly, Jr. Over IM because we’re progressive that way at the Squirrel Nest.
Teh Boy: “Karen was doing something weird when I went out to check for eggs.”
Mama Squirrel: “Oh?”
Teh Boy: “He was pecking Della on the back of the head. Then he climbed on her [...]

While Mama Squirrel was stuck at a four-star resort in Palm Springs, Squirrelly, Jr., and I were here with reservations for three to the Bastille Day festivities at La Tourelle. We called up my mom, J Squirrel, and headed out for dinner.
J Squirrel and Teh Boy both had steak and pommes frites. My mom talked [...]

We just picked up this delightful book. If you think a dead armadillo serving as a dip bowl is just wrong, Squirrelly, Jr., is right there with you. If you think a dead armadillo that’s not holding a bottle of Lone Star beer is just wrong, I’m right there with you.
Squirrelly, Jr., while reading Critter [...]

Shared over dinner at Three Oaks Grill.
On the horrors of iceberg lettuce in his salad:
This lettuce isn’t that good. It’s too watery.
On cafeteria food in middle school:
The chicken sandwiches are getting better. They have a chipotle taste now.
On his sample of one of Papa’s side items:
This cabbage is good. I like cabbage! What have you [...]

Shared while waiting in the pediatrician’s office with a sinus infection.
Next time we go to the international market, we should get some beef tongue so we can make our own quesadillas.

I’m a bit late jumping on the bandwagon about this NY Times story. So late in fact that the article has been moved to their archive. Essentially, the piece was about how people in New York with more money than sense are introducing their children to gourmet food. These people are stupid. Kristen of Gezellig [...]