Most births do go well, and in retrospect could have happened beautifully in a "natural, low-tech" setting such as a home. But we do not have the luxury of retrospect: when medical intervention is needed, it's usually needed quickly, and would a midwife who has apprenticed, even for years, at successful home births have the training to recognize the warning signs? Would she have a handheld ultrasound machine or fetal heart monitor to periodically check the baby's progress? A hospital setting, where high-risk births are more likely, would be a much better training ground; a midwife should be required to have an advanced degree to perform a home birth.
If I'd planned a home birth, neither my daughter nor I would have survived, and up until an hour before she was born, I was feeling just fine. Recently, at a table of women, we got to talking about our childbirth experiences. I asked who out of the ten of us would have likely lost a child or our own lives if not for some urgent intervention, and four of us raised our hands. This entirely unscientific study means nothing, yet in a way it means everything. I would not trade my amazing seven-year-old daughter's life for an afternoon of "low-tech, touchy-feely" labor. It would be selfish of me.
Forget cake. The real question is, could you make your Shrinky-Dinks in it??
Great piece, Lisa!
Thanks for this - I'm thrilled to have a recipe for bubble tea. When I lived just on the edge of Queens, the Asian moms in our apt building taught me to love it. But they also taught me another thing: though it looks like a kids' treat, be cautious letting young kids take a sip - like you said, those sticky tapioca balls come up the straw fast - super easy to choke on (as I myself discovered, with much comic sputtering!).
Near Raleigh's Five Points, there's a great mulberry tree in Fallon Park, which is nice because you don't have to trespass on somebody's lawn. Save yourself some picking time by spreading out a sheet and gently shaking a limb over it to catch them clean and just-ripe.
Thanks, firstpancake, for writing in - I first saw it called the "big road" written on the menu at the Boardriders Grill (at The Pit), and then heard a couple of people say it too, but I bet there's more than one nickname. Good to know it goes by "the bypass" too - don't want to confuse the tourists!
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