We bought a new rice cooker. Why? Because I don't know how to cook rice in a pot. Really. When our old rice cooker conked out, MoBob had the rice-cooking duties. I grew up dumping rice and water into the rice cooker and pushing the button. I'm guilty of worse transgressions but I do eat rice every day and wouldn't survive if MB hadn't been around.
Last Saturday we went with T. and her family to visit the Natural History Museum. I haven't been there often; maybe the last time was when we went to the gift shop in October before visiting clynne and erich_schneider. We always stop by to pay hommage to the elephant. This visit we actually took the time to elbow our way through the crowds (with little Raphael in his stroller) to see some of the exhibits. I was surprised and pleased to see the permanent African Voices exhibit. It was much more familiar and friendly than the National Museum of African Art. I was so happy and, yes, even nostalgic to see the everyday objects and scenes in the exhibit. Every few feet MoBob and I would exclaim, We've been to that market! or We have that cloth! It was still a sanitized view of Africa but pretty realistic I thought.