The Boy had to go to the dentist to get some kind of protective covering over his molars. I don’t remember ever doing that for the Girl, and I certainly didn’t have it done to me. Then again, how would I know? That would have been almost 40 years ago.

K got some zurek going. Such a strangely wonderful soup — only Eastern Europeans could think of something like that. Let rye flour ferment and then use that as a basis for soup. Genius.

The Boy did a little work on IXL. It’s one of my favorite tools as a teacher — one of the few things the district provides that I think is genuinely useful.

And then K and I made another baklava for tomorrow’s New Year’s Eve party. I think she and I have pretty much mastered it. The trick is not to follow the recipe: the syrup is only supposed to simmer as long as the pastry part bakes, but I found quite by accident that letting it cook twice as long makes it wonderfully gooey on the bottom. Then again, one has to thin it a bit before pouring it on the pastry. I used a little brandy this time. Again — like life, don’t follow that recipe too closely.