Something Cooked Up

We kicked things off with a little rain residue, sweatshirt tunics, and the usual joint-popping. We Snicketts tend to have weak joints. Hey, I’d rather be known for that medical issue than most others.

So by the end of the week, I weed the fridge down to somewhere about a quarter-box of Cream of Wheat, one can of orange Fanta [we really never buy sodas; honest], and that two-month-old jar of sauerkraut the Bear hasn’t finished yet.

Nothing goes to waste.

So, yeah, if the Apocalypse hits before next Monday, we’re going to have some problems. But it’s also nice not to monthly excavate molded lasagnas and unidentifiable wedges of pie lacerated in fungus gardens.

To each his own.

As for my cooking… “prowess”… I am confirmedly skilled in two areas.

Lasagna.

And eggs.

I can handle eggs.

Puck’s whole curtain situation came tumbling down during Quiet Hour.

If it’s not Jericho, it’s the Berlin Wall.

When Quiet Hour ended, his arms were covered in pen tattoo.

I would add to the list of “don’t do this”, but there’s an internal-intention-attitude to consider here. And I also think I learned my lesson from Grandma Snicketts’ experience as a young school teacher in the 1940’s. There are better ways to teach common sense and obedience.

Lists don’t work for everything.

Much to my chagrin.

Puck enjoyed his Friday evening movie of 1959’s “Journey to the Center of the Earth”. A proper dose of science for the day.

Ok, pseudo-science.

And dried spaghet for a snack.

Blame that on his aunt.

The Bear returned bearing gifts.

Chocolate truffles.

And laminating sheets for all his Greek lists.

Thought of the Day

Were the scribes of the Old and New Testaments more careful in copying the extant manuscripts than today’s average copyist?

Obviously scribes would have taken “exceeding care” anyway, due to the holy composition of the text they were translating or copying. But I wonder if there was a natural ability given them in this process. The man of the ancient world would very likely have been employed in fewer distractions of the mind. Before the explosion of information and global news, literacy, libraries, the availability of ideas outside the general passing of daily events… his mind would perhaps have been less littered and more capable of being focused on his present task. This may also translate to other avenues of the past: artists, authors, scientists, all areas. The less distraction, the less inhibitions to the present craft. Perhaps. This would likely have bled over into storytelling, or rather, the recollection of historical events passed from generation to generation. One’s memory might have been more keen and able to remember better the true events, with great accuracy and few altercations.