Leeuwenhoek had stolen and peeped into the fantastic sub-visible world of little things, creatures that had lived, had bred, had battled, had died, completely hidden from and unknown to all men from the beginning of time. Beasts these were of a kind that ravaged and annihilated whole races of men ten million times larger than they were themselves. Beings these were, more terrible than fire-spitting dragons or hydra-headed monsters. They were silent assassins that murdered babies in warm cradles and kings in sheltered places. It was this invisible, insignificant, but implacable-and sometimes friendly- world Leeuwenhoek had looked into for the first time of all men of all countries. ~Microbe Hunters
Saturday, 9 June 2012
Woodpile-Cooled Hot Cereal
I grew up in a house in a wonderful neighbourhood, and when I was about 8 or so, my grandparents moved in with us for a few months until their new house was built. When they were living with us, they would get up extra early and make us stuff...just as grandparents do. Every morning we had porridge. We didn't like porridge. We didn't like our grandparents taking over our morning sugar fix. Then, my grandfather came up with this moderately genius idea to cool the porridge on the woodpile out at the side of our house. Since it is winter for like 90% of the year up here in Canada (jokes, but it is always cooler than hot cereal) this plan to cool the porridge made it taste so much better. We called it woodpile-cooled hot cereal.
The topic came up tonight at dinner when my brother made a bowl of cornmeal mixed with cream of wheat (the usual in our house) for his dinner. We no longer have a readily accessible woodpile in the house we live at now, and our tongues have grown to be a bit more sensitized to hotness in the past 12 years. However, the idea of woodpile-cooled hot cereal overtook my brother as he stuck his bowl in the fireplace for a few minutes before eating it. 12 years and going strong on woodpile-cooled hot cereal.
Darn good and sure of it,