Did you ever have to dissect something in biology class? As I recall, we had to cut up dead worms. Our biology teacher should NEVER have been allowed near kids. He took pleasure in making the weakest of us squirm and was vindictive and sarcastic. He managed to rise to the level of Principal, so he could affect larger numbers of students. 🙁 I suppose that we were lucky that we only had to work on worms. If we had had to cut up a frog, I would have been kicked out of school for refusing to do it.
I was pondering just why we need to disect things. I realize that the hope is that we will understand more thoroughly with a first hand experience, rather than merely reading about it. But most of us aren’t ever going to see the inside of a worm again. The closest most of us get to frogs once we leave school, will be running them over with the car. So, WHY do we waste so many days playing with sharp knives?
It occured to me that I might have been able to protest having to disect anything. Of course, that wasn’t done in the middle ages, but if I had been pushed into cutting up a frog, I might have tried it. I wonder if a kid has done just that somewhere, creating a precident?
We could accomplish the same learning experience with latex models which could be assembled and disassembled. Since the models are reusible, the cost for class supplies would go down. The knives could be kept locked away and the school’s insurance bill would go down. And, consciencious objectors would have nothing to complain about!
I vote that disection be limited to science and medical classes and butchers, and not required of high school students.
Monthly Archives: May 2003
Chicken and Ham Tetrazini
7 oz spaghetti, broken into 2
Books I’ve Started….
Don’t you just hate it when you’ve started a book and something interrupts you and you don’t get to finish it? Normally I pick up a book and read it straight through cover to cover, sometimes in one day. Of course, I’m wrecked the next day if I’ve been reading into the wee hours, but some books you just can’t put down. There are three books that I’ve started, that I really want to finish, that I won’t be able to get to for three or four weeks.
The first is a book that was widely popular a number of years ago: “Tuesdays With Morrie.” I’ve started it, and I know the basic arc of the book, but I set it aside, claiming that Christmas was demanding my time. I don’t handle death and dying as well as I’d like, and I know there are great lessons to be learned from this book, so once the wedding is over this will be the next book up.
One of my nieces is always reading. She keeps an eye on what the book clubs are discussing and what the best sellers are, and occasionally she will give me a book. Since she knows that I traditionally read trash, she gave me something more enlightening: “The Red Tent” by Anita Diamant. The novel is the story of the Biblical character Dinah. I’ve read more than half the book. I set it down at the point where Dinah’s father is going to send her life in a totally unexpected direction. The Boston Globe said of this book: “An intense, vivid novel…It is tempting to say that The Red Tent is what the Bible would be like if it had been written by women, but only Diamant could have given it such sweep and grace.” Diamant has done a superb job of showing us what life in those times must have been like.
The last book I need to finish is “Under The Tuscan Sun” by Frances Mayes. Mayes and her husband purchased a Tuscan villa and renovated it over several summers. The book is based on her journals, and begins with the search for the right villa, and carries us through the vagaries of construction, permits, and contractors to the point where they are able to welcome friends to their summer home. It’s packed with descriptions of the local food, and in some places feels like a travelog. The heat of the day, the frustration of getting good help, and the incredible textures of Italian food all pour out of this book. It’s the perfect volume to pick up on a chilly, rainy day.
There’s one more book I haven’t read, but I hope to pick up today. It’s called “A Round Heeled Woman: My Late-Life Adventures in Sex and Romance,” by Jane Juska. The author placed this ad in a personals column: “Before I turn 67–next March–I would like to have a lot of sex with a man I like. If you want to talk first, Trollope works for me.” This Midwestern English teacher had endured an unsatisfying marriage and become a single, mostly celibate, mom, and wanted to experience the pleasure of touching before her life ebbed away. I’m interested in the courage it took to pursue this passion, and the story of how she chose the men who played a feature role in her life. My understanding is that she made love to men in a range of ages and that the unifying factor was that almost all of them wanted the same kindness in a relationship that she was hoping to find. There were cads and selfish men, but the majority were gentle men reaching out to make a connection and break the bonds of loneliness. I’ll have to let you know if the book lives up to my expectations. *S*
So…..have you read any good books lately??
Farmer’s Tomato Pie
This is an absolutely perfect recipe for when the tomatoes are warm and ripe. Plant some tomatoes now, and surround them with some basil, and you can grow some of the ingredients in your own garden!
Farmer
Wedding Rings
I’ve been thinking about wedding rings lately. I’ve been married twice, so I have a spare. When I was divorced, I chose to put mine away. I know that some women throw them away, some pawn them, and some have them reset. I didn’t reset mine because even reset, it would have reminded me of times I prefer to put behind me. Besides, that diamond had already been reset once. My ex took the diamond from a previous engagement and reset it for me. Enough is enough.
I was surfing, looking to see how other women (and men) had responded to this issue. You might enjoy this collection of replies to Dear Prudie.
When DH proposed to me, we went to my-sister-the-jeweler to order rings. I picked out a setting and she went to Chicago to get diamonds on consignment. She and her employees chose the diamond and had it set. When DH slipped the ring on my finger, I realized that my sister had put the diamond in the setting SHE liked, not in the one I chose. What the heck! The ring is beautiful. I refused to take it off. Besides, it gives me something to rib her about. She’ll be glad when my memory goes! lol
So…..did you throw yours into the ocean, or have it reset for a daughter? Did you melt it down and make a pendant out of it, or pawn it to fund a good time? Or have you been blessed and not had to think about this?
White Wine Onion Soup
This is for Desiree.
White Wine Onion Soup
1/4 cup butter
6 cups sliced Bermuda onions
1 clove garlic, minced
1 teaspoon sugar
2 Tablespoons flour
5 3/4 cups chicken broth
1/4 cup beef broth
2 cups dry white wine
Melt the butter in a large heavy saucepan over low heat. Add onion and garlic and stir to coat. Cover and cook 20 minutes, stirring occasionally. Sprinkle with sugar, increase the heat to medium and cook uncovered until onion is a deep amber color, about 30 minutes, stirring frequently. Reduce heat to low, blend in flour, and stir 3 minutes. Add broths and wine. Increase the heat and bring to a boil, stirring constantly. Reduce heat to low, cover partially and simmer the soup for 20 minutes. Season with freshly ground black pepper.
Ladle into heated bowls and top with 2 slices of Gruyere Garlic Toast. Serve immediately. Serves 6.
Gruyere Garlic Toast
10 ounce loaf French bread
1 to 2 cloves of garlic, halved
3 Tablespoons olive oil
1/2 pound sliced Gruyere cheese
Preheat the oven 425 degrees. Arrange the bread, cut into 1/2 inch slices in a single layer on a baking sheet. Bake, turning once, until crisp and golden, about five minutes per side. (Can be prepared up to 1 day ahead to this point. Cool completely and store in an airtight containter.)
About 15 minutes before the soup is ready, preheat the oven to 425 degrees. Line baking sheets with foil. Arrange toast on prepared baking sheets. Rub surface of toast with cut side of garlic cloves. Drizzle with olive oil. Top with Gruyere. Bake until the cheese is lightly browned, 5-7 minutes. Serve immediately.
For stronger flavor, use 1/3 cup freshly grated Parmesan cheese instead of Gruyere. Sprinkle the cheese evenly over each slice of toast before second baking.
Notes: We prefer to reverse the amounts of beef and chicken broth, so that we use 5 3/4 cups of beef broth in our soup. If the soup is too strong to your taste, or you need to stretch it, you can add water. You can choose any white wine that you care to drink for this soup. Each type will give the soup a slightly different flavor. Personally, I don’t care for chardonnay, so I don’t put it in my soup.
Oven conversions for UK readers.
Thanks to my youngest sis for this recipe!
Making Faces
Have you ever stood before a mirror and practiced a look??
I think I’ve done this just once, preparing a smile for a photo shoot. But, I understand that it’s a pretty common thing. I wonder if young girls practice looks to lure boy friends, or if their 20 year old counterparts practice sensual looks to melt their lovers? Do BOYS practice looks in the mirror??? God….the thought must send teenage girls into gales of giggles.
Why do we need to practice a look? Is it to be sure that we are communicating correctly? Or are we putting our best foot forward? Or is it possible we really don’t know what we look like when we move our muscles?
Let’s see…..I think I have the “Lady Astor” look down pat. You know the one….where someone tilts her head back, raises one eyebrow, and looks down her nose at you?? I’ve got that one perfected. I learned it watching my Mother. I think I need a LOT of work on the “Sultry Siren” look. I can’t do it yet with out laughing, and it spoils the effect.
I’m gonna go off and think about other looks I need to practice on. I hope you all have a good night.
Wild Debauchery
Wild Debauchery! Hedonism! Carousing! Don’t those words bring wonderful images to your mind? I see rippling muscles, rivulets of sweat, rumpled bed covers, an empty bottle of wine and two glasses, clothes strewn over the floor, and a candle burning down. I can’t begin to describe the sounds!
When did I turn away from a life of carousing to become a conservative suburban matron? What made me choose to become a housekeeper and a chauffeur rather than a hedonist? What made me give up wild debauchery and settle into office work? I could become famous if I had the answers and could warn people about veering off the path of pleasure!
I remember reading one of the last things Erma Bombeck wrote before she died.
She felt she would have lived a different life if she could do it over. She would have focused less on keeping a showplace of a house, and more on time spent loving her children and husband. Too many of us are rehearsing our lives rather than living them, and end up with the same regrets Erma had.
Then, there’s always the need to live up to your family’s expectations. I wish I could be the black sheep of the family. I could miss gatherings and forget birthdays and generally have a bad reputation. And I’d know that they’d all talk about me now and then, but it wouldn’t bother me in the least.
Do you suppose we are genetically disposed to be what we become, or is is our ennvironment that forms us? Nature vs. Nurture. I’ve never been able to decide which is the stronger influence. It feels to me that “nurture” was stronger, in leading me to the suburban matron role. So where was “nature” when my wild debauchery was waning away?? Wouldn’t you think the instinct for sex…..well….for procreation, would always be the strongest?
My husband is going to retire before I do. Unfortunately, I work for him, and I’ll be out a job when that time comes. My sister suggested that I put in some time managing a McDonald’s, but I have a better idea. I think I’ll take up phone sex. *G* I actually announced that to my mother. She just gave me one of “those” looks. I know she was wondering if they swapped babies at the hospital.
Anonymity
I don’t know about you, but I tend to think of myself as being rather anonymous. I have a large family and a circle of friends, but I live on the dividing line between two cities which together have a quarter million residents. I’m a small fish in a pretty good-sized pond. When I go out, I don’t expect to see anyone I know.
So my sense of anonymity was a little disrupted today as I read an article in the Chicago Tribune called “Data Tracks.” (http://www.chicagotribune.com/technology/chi-0305090364may11,1,2664836.story) I know that business and government have been able to track us for ages. I guess I’ve been fairly complacent about it, because I didn’t have anything to hide. But the amount of information being collected on us has increased exponentially.
We have something on Illinois tollways called I-pass. With it, you can drive through tollbooths without stopping, as it makes note of your car and the time, and deducts from your account. The record of your travels is not readily available, but it can be supoenaed in court cases.
When you use your phone, a record is kept of the time and the number called. As you walk in the city, security devices now film you using digital cameras. When you shop at large grocery stores , a list of your purchases and the day you shop is stored in their computers. Each time you use your charge card, the item, shop and date is kept. A withdrawal at an ATM causes MORE records to be entered, and a CTA card keeps track of your travels. If you use a car rather than public transportation, gas stations note where you have been. Libraries are tracking the interests of their users with computers, now. Both checks and credit cards track our spending.
We’ve all known that our personal information is out there on the web. I get calls or e-mails from companies who have researched my mortgage and want to entice me with a lower rate. My credit rating is available to anyone clever enough to request it. The federal government is putting everything on computer so that they can compare your taxes to the W2s and company pay records. State Unemployment divisions work with Social Security to be sure the appropriate name and number match contributions being made.
So….I guess I’m a rather public property these days. I hate to be paranoid, but I wonder how this might be used against me some day. Who needs all this data? Why are they saving it? I can understand L.L.Bean tracking my purchases, but it’s shocking when the local Chinese restaurant does the same thing.
And, having said all this, I doubt seriously there is any way for me to stop this tracking. Maybe I need to start riding my bike more, and pay strictly by cash….
Movies
Don’t you love old movies?? Tonight we went out to dinner and then came home to watch “The Thin Man,” and “The Return of the Thin Man.” While I like William Powell and Myrna Loy, I think Cary Grant is probably my favorite actor. Have you ever seen “I was a Male War Bride”?? I watched it so many times that I had the script memorized.
Fred is addicted to the Marx Brothers. We have all their movies on tape. I hope I never have to spend another New Year’s Eve watching the collected works of the Marx Brothers! *G*
A number of years ago the American Film Institute created several shows along the lines of The Best 100 American Films of the 20th Century. We watched, and for days discussed their choices and ranking. I was always unhappy that Sci-fi wasn’t adequately represented, but I was pleased to see how many times Katherine Hepburn’s movies were listed.
My all time favorite tear-jerker?? Probably “Out of Africa,” but “Ryan’s Daughter” runs a close second.
Fred bought me a DVD player for the table where I piece my quilts. I’ve purchased about 20 DVDs in the past 10 months, and the choices were really odd. Bruce Willis’s quirkiest movies are represented, with “Hudson Hawke” and “The Fifth Element.” “Miss Congeniality” and “Pretty Woman” are the chick flicks. “First Contact” from Star Trek is the only sci-fi so far. I have both the Harry Potter movies, and have just about worn out the first one! THe only war movie is “Bridge on the River Kwai.” Cary Grant shows up several times. “It Takes a Thief,” and “Charade” are two of them.
If you could only choose one movie to watch again and again, what would you pick?