Guess which pie won first prize – and converted many hearts – last night at our party?

Here’s the updated recipe: take the best apple pie recipe you own (for me, it’s from Cook’s Illustrated, and I’m not going to copy it here because the actual recipe is four or five pages long (these people, they care about pie theory)), replace a few apples with browned sausage (this time I chose something sage-y) and caramelized onions (6 or 7 small ones, cooked the day before). Bake as instructed.

Best right out of the oven (which is why I made two last night, so our house could eat one for dinner) with some sharp cheddar melted on top.

P.S. Don’t freak out when the pie dough does weird things – even if the texture is off, it’ll still be delicious!


Universities are supposed to be special places where we let young people imagine a better world. They are supposed to be able to delay the pressures of the daily grind for a few years. They are supposed to be able to aspire to greatness and inspire each other. A tiny few will aspire to be poets. Many more will aspire to be engineers. Some will become both. Along the way they will bond with friends, meet lovers, experience hangovers, make mistakes, and read some mind-blowing books.

Does that sound wasteful? Does that sound inefficient? Nostalgic? Out-of-sync with the times? Damn right it does. But if we don’t want young people of all backgrounds to experiment with ideas and identities because it seems too expensive to support, we have to ask ourselves what sort of society we are trying to become.

-Siva Vaidhyanathan

You should read the rest of this article at the source.

I’ve kept fairly quiet about the events of the past few weeks, mostly because I consider myself to be an anonymous bureaucrat and know that those most invested in the long-term health and reputation of a university are the tenured faculty and the alumni. They pulled it together, made the proper fuss, and really accomplished something. I hope they continue to accomplish somethings for this place, because as much as I try to be a heartless, mercenary administrator, I love when academics fight with their words, and I really do think this inefficient, illogical organization brings the people that make this city as great as it is.

Okay, back to shuffling papers.



It’s been a long time since I brought my big camera to play with the office puppies. They were difficult to catch in motion – mostly because they were tumbling all over each other – but I discovered a new trick of my own.



I’d set the focus on the stick, with my hand outstretched, and then let the dogs jump up to get it. Big brother was great at this game!

Little sister…



..was super cute, but wasn’t really into it. These are the only two shots I have of her. I think she realized that I didn’t have treats and wasn’t really appreciating her efforts sufficiently. Also, every time she got the stick, big brother would steal it from her.



This makes me want to do a whole series, perhaps of dogs at obedience school or the dog park or somewhere. Abby, how many dogs can you set me up with?

why little kids are mean

“Milk is good for you,” she assured me. And every single night, that glass showed up next to my plate, filled almost to the brim. I don’t know where parents get these sorts of ideas. Probably from the same school of thought that teaches them to tell their little girls that boys are mean to them because, deep down, they have a crush. If I had a nickel for every time an adult told me that, I would build a new school of thought and teach more accurate things, like that little kids are mean to other little kids because being a little kid is very hard and confusing. I am still trying to work through the fact that a boy named his dog after me in the third grade.

-Molly Wizenberg, A Homemade Life

You seriously need to read Molly’s book. It’s full of brilliant, insightful, delicious observations like this one.