It’s not instructive. And it doesn’t have anything to do with kids. But it is delicious. What is it? A giant floret of Alaskan smoked salmon that showed up at the Gay Uncle’s room in Anchorage this morning as part of his room service breakfast. He is now off to visit Congregation Beth Sholom to ensure that his handlers have communicated his need for the proper bottled fizzy water and that the multicolored rose petals that will be scattered along the path he’ll walk this evening before his reading are pink, red, and orange (not the tacky yellow they had strewn about at some of his other events. Ugh.) He also wants to hand select some (attractive and inactive) children to be part of a photo op.