On account of our having disposed of our baby bath before moving to Sydney, and her early bedtime which precludes showering with Daddy after he arrives home from work, Darcy must suffer the indignity of being bathed in my pulla bowl. This is, as its name suggests, the bowl I use to bake pulla, a type of Finnish coffeebread. Since Miss D is intolerant of dairy and soy, I can't eat my beloved pulla. And if I can't eat any, I'm not going to cook it either. So I guess at least the bowl is being put to good use in the meantime.