Ice cream again! I hope you’re not getting tired of it because
a) ice cream is the best.
b) it’s only July (which also happens to be National Ice Cream Month).
c) I’m not tired of it.
d) next Monday is National Ice Cream Day. Continue reading
There are few things in the world that I love more than homemade ice cream. Growing up it was often eaten poolside during the summer, at Grandma’s house, out of a styrofoam bowl with a plastic spoon. If I recall correctly, we usually made one batch of vanilla and one of banana. I mostly remember the banana. My four cousins, brother, and I would line up and be served “scoops” of ice cream right out of the stainless steel canister. I put scoops in parentheses because ice cream in that state doesn’t have a very solid form. We ate it fresh, and most likely none of it ever saw the freezer. Continue reading
As I plodded through my “Foundations of Education” textbook this afternoon, reading about the Sophists and Socrates and Plato and Aristotle and all of their different approaches to education, my mind wandered. I was 30 minutes away from being done for the day, but my mind was obviously ready to get a head start on the weekend.
First it (my mind) wandered to chocolate. (Obviously.) From there it wandered to ice cream. (Nothing new here.) Following a highly logical pattern, it wandered to chocolate cookies in vanilla ice cream. Cookies and cream! Continue reading