Mothers Day 2016.


Thank you to all the moms who are raising generations of kinder and wiser people. I appreciate you this Mothers Day—and always—for making the world a better place.

For those who face a difficult time on Mothers Day, I get you. Whether it’s grieving the loss of a beloved mother (or mother figure) in your life, and/or navigating an abusive or toxic family member, please be extra kind to yourself and do whatever you need to do to feel safe and loved. You don’t need anyone’s permission to do that, you know.

By the way, if anyone is looking for me over the weekend, I’ll be in Mothers Day hell.


Mothers Day finger sandwiches.



  1. says

    I save a lot of the scraps in a big bowl to nosh on them (they keep for a few days), until they either get too stale or I can no longer even think about them without gagging. (Ordinarily I don’t eat that much animal protein, especially not over the course of several days.) The waste factor really is unconscionable to me otherwise.

    You didn’t think I’d feed them to the squirrels, did you?

  2. chigau (違う) says

    I’m relieved.
    Although, if you fed a lot of fatty things to the squirrels they might have little squirrelly heart attacks.

  3. thebookofdave says

    I looked over your ingredients for each variety of finger sandwiches, and was puzzled by the lack of fingers. Not too surprising, considering the difficulty of finding a butcher shop or deli that actually carries them. Still seems like a glaring omission, for someone otherwise so scrupulous about preparation. I take it your mother isn’t really picky about authenticity.

  4. says

    chigau (違う) 3: fuck those critters. My sandwiches are delicious and they’re not getting any.

    thebookofdave 4: I only use tender young baby fingers of course, but I thought we were all supposed to be keeping a low profile about buying baby parts. At least while our #1 baby parts purveyor is still under investigation by several state legislatures. So shhhhh!