I had a few people say that they wanted the recipe to my pumpkin ice cream from this post. Sorry it has taken me so long to get it up. I had actually just improvised my ice cream on a whim, combining a simple vanilla recipe that I really like with a pumpkin recipe that I don’t really like. Mine came out great, but unfortunately I didn’t write anything down as I went along. Weese really wanted to try making it, so I gave her my improvised version to the best of my recollection, then she gave me the exact proportions that she used (as she was smart and actually wrote them down during the process). So, without further adieu, pumpkin ice cream! Thanks, Weese.
We’ve known for years that our eldest is a smarty pants. What isn’t clear is just how long he’s actually known this about himself. My boy came home from school one day last week and asked me what a “nerd” is. He said a kid at school had said he was a nerd because he’s smart, and nerds are smart. I told him the next time someone says he’s a nerd becuase he’s smart, he should reply, “Don’t you know that it’s cool to be smart?” He smiled and let the discussion end at that, but I know he wasn’t completely satisfied because later on that evening he asked his dad what a nerd was, looking for a better explanation than I had given him. At his parent/teacher conference the other day, his teacher told me that she lets my son and a couple of other boys work on more advanced math at a special table while she teaches the rest of the class. She said that she and some other teachers like the saying, “There’s no substitute for gray matter.”
Just yesterday I was checking my son’s homework and I realized that not only does he know that he’s smart, but he is apparently quite comfortable with being so. The issue, it seems, is no longer convincing him that being smart is cool (regardless of name calling), but that humility is also an admirable trait!
If the answer is yes, then you’re smarter than these “Rally to Restore Sanity” folk…
And I really hope the answer is yes.
The latest madness from the Nannie state: San Francisco is now banning happy meal toys. Here’s the problem, here is where it becomes clear that there is a battle raging between do goodism and freedom, pure and simple. What happens when the San Francisco Board of Supervisors realizes that despite the lack of toys, Happy Meals are still being sold and consumed…by children…DUN DUN DUN (sinister drum beat)? Will they then ban all kids’ menu items that have more than X number of calories? How about all meals that have more than X grams of sugar, or any trans fat at all? Then, surely, they’ll move on to adults. How would you like being fined for eating a doughnut? What if doughnuts just flat out became unavailable…banned from the city? Would a black market for doughnuts arise? Where will it stop? Will the madness ever stop? Will they come into your kitchen demanding you “detoxify” your cupboards? I am using absurdity to illustrate a point, but in all seriousness, where does it stop? (Oh, yes, it will stop when we finally arrive at that perfect society where we all walk around like mind numb robots in perfect health and are completely incapable of making decisions for ourselves or providing for ourselves and our families.)
Liberals…ahem, progressives…know no bounds when it comes to their do goodism. Hey, I’m not saying this stuff is good for you…or for your children…but where is the choice and accountability in this madness? This is where do goodism turns into soft tyranny. Tyranny and freedom cannot both reign; we need to go one way or the other. We cannot continue to walk this tightrope, loosing one small freedom at a time, because eventually we’re going to fall off the rope as a society. Parents are responsible for teaching their children healthy habits. Feel free to educate those parents if you think they’re doing a shoddy job, but in the end…the choice is still theirs how they will raise their children. And when the children become adults, the choice becomes theirs how healthily they live their lives. But what if these children grow up used to the idea that the state determines what they can eat and what they can’t…can you imagine what kind of adults they will become? Well, they’ll vote Democrat, that one thing is sure.
We’ve been straddling seasons here in the Bay area. In the midst of another heat wave this week…and with a little bit of leftover pumpkin puree in the fridge that I wasn’t sure what to do with…I decided that the best solution to both problems (heat when it should be cool, and leftover pumpkin) was to whip up a batch of pumpkin ice cream. Seriously, we’ve reached the low 100s here in mid October, and in the summertime here it’s necessary to wear sweaters in the morning. I am convinced that the “perfect” California Bay Area weather that I heard all about before moving here is a total farce! (The climate is actually just confused.)