"Mom, I want to learn to make cheese," my 17-year-old daughter said.
"Cheese?" I responded, wanting to be sure I heard her correctly.
"I love cheese. I think it would be a good 4-H project," she replied.
She certainly knows how to get my attention and mentoring. I hadn't made cheese since I taught basic food science classes when I was a graduate student.
"Julie, Julie, how does your garden grow?" people often ask me when inspired by my maiden name.
Yes, that reminds me of the "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?" nursery rhyme. Fortunately, people leave out the "quite contrary" part. Well, they usually do.
I experienced something like the telephone game last week, except this time,
social media in the form of Facebook served as the "telephone." As with the
telephone game, by the time the message reached people and was repeated, it was a bit distorted.
All eyes were on rhubarb after the cold temperature blast. I had no idea people
liked rhubarb this much.
“Just answer this question. Is this snack good or bad for you?” the airline passenger sitting beside me asked after learning that I am a nutrition specialist.
“It depends on how much you eat,” I responded.
About this time of year, I usually write a column about staying healthy and fit when it’s cold and snowy outdoors. This year my cross-country skis and snow shoes have been in storage because we have just had a sprinkling of snow in Fargo and the surrounding area.
As I think of topics for my weekly column, sometimes I wonder if I have overdone the topic of food safety. Then I get a few calls or make some observations. Then I think differently. Maybe we in food safety and nutrition education haven’t done enough.
“Mom, I saw the light on. I can’t sleep, either. Black Friday starts in 23 minutes!” my 8-year-old daughter announced.
I glanced at the clock, and sure enough, it was 11:37 p.m. Evidently, all the TV ads had resonated with my daughter. She was ready to change from pajamas to jeans and hit the road to grab some bargains on the day after Thanksgiving.
As I walked through our kitchen, I noticed my husband cutting tiny cubes of cheese on a cutting board. I figured he was making training rewards for my daughter to use with her pet dachshund. Our daughter and her dog are members of a dog-training class.
The other day I came upon a paper turkey that my daughter created using her hand as a pattern when she was in early elementary school. You probably have seen these turkeys or even made one yourself at some point.
“Mom, our teacher told us that we might not have potatoes on the school menu very much anymore,” my 13-year-old daughter announced at our dinner table. She didn’t sound very happy about it.
“That hasn’t been decided yet,” I said.
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