In honor of Heather’s wedding last weekend, and Amanda’s upcoming wedding next weekend:

Something Old, Something New

Enno Teaches Frida Crucial Social Skills

Something Borrowed, Something Ew

From the book What To Expect® The First Year, by Heidi Murkoff, Arlene Eisenberg, and Sandee Hathaway, B.S.N., on what NOT to feed your baby:

“Raw fish, such as in sushi. Young children don’t chew well enough to destroy the parasites that might dewll therein.”

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In other wedding news, Tobias and I celebrated our one-year anniversary last week. When we got married last year, we had a great little weekend in France including a spectacular dinner featuring my first-ever sampling of pigeon. Wood pigeon, that is. What a lovely coincidence it was this weekend, still in anniversary season, when he spied two wood pigeons in the discounted meat section of the fancy pants grocery store! (And a good thing that they were discounted, because they still had feet and unplucked heads. Although I give in to more than a few extravagances when it comes to groceries, full-priced pigeon heads will never be ok with me.) Tobias cooked the pigeons last night, stuffed with a combination of bread crumbs, parsley, and goose fat, and they were tremendously good. Their meat is dark, darker than goose, darker than elk, darker than emu; the darkest, richest meat I’ve had outside of liver or heart. The serving size is laughably small at first: a few bites of breast on each side, and a mouthful or two of leg meat, but it’s so rich that those few ounces are plenty.

Like applying toenail polish or getting a little first-of-the-summer sunburn, eating wood pigeon will be put into annual, and no more than annual, rotation.

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Heather and Bryn, Amanda and Ian, here’s to your happiness now and in the future, and many happy returns. Congratulations!