I’ve talked before about how much I love the little accordion brag books from Pinhole Press. (This was the third year we’ve made them at Mother’s Day!)
Now they offer a leather brag book that would make a wonderful present for dad to keep out on his desk or take along on a business trip—or for the grandfather who can’t be bothered with those pesky smartphones. And good news: readers can get 15% off through Father’s Day with the code Hither15 at Pinhole Press.
When I was younger, I would often make little photo books as gifts for my parents—there’s one particularly blurry (but heartfelt) anniversary album that’s still usually out at their house, something I made with our first color scanner (a relic). It took me about a million years to collect the photos, scan them, and assemble them.
Not much has changed: I still like the idea of making something personal when it comes to gifts for mom and dad. Only now, in much less time—and with much clearer images.
What did you used to do for your dad at Father’s Day when you were a kid?
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[Pictured with: Club Monaco Men’s Carry-All (similar
In all my years of visiting Disneyland (and those few summer trips to DisneyWorld), I’d never had that most-raved-about treat, the Dole Whip until now. I was surprised to find that the pineapple soft serve concoction lived up to the hype!
We’re headed back from our week in Florida, where our time was divided between the Magic Kingdom and the American Urologic Association’s annual meeting (or at least Aron’s was). And I may just have to try this copycat recipe for Disney’s Dole Whip sometime when we get back.
I also had fun reading the commentary about kids on flights while we were away. I wished I’d had more time to join the conversation, and hope to do so more later. Thank you for chiming in!
Here’s some more food for thought. A few links for the long weekend… Keep Reading >
Aron grew up picking blackberries from his mother’s garden. He remembers learning how to tell when a blackberry is truly ripe (black, with a brownish top at the stem, that comes off the vine without requiring much effort); he remembers not being able to keep many berries in his basket; he remembers making blackberry jam. He didn’t used to like the seeds, so his mother would use a food processor to separate them. He’d watch and wait for the temperature to rise to the point that they would pour parafin over the top to seal the jam and then find the cupboards filled with jars of jam.
The best, he recounts, is when she would make blackberry ice cream. It was the only ice cream he liked.
So it’s pretty awesome that our kids will get to pick blackberries in her garden now, too.
