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Culinary Wisdom

Tonight my 9 year old son got out a container of ice cream and a scoop. He struggled terribly to get out a scoop. Frozen solid.

"Put in the microwave for 20 seconds," I suggested.

He gave me a long and pitying glare. "Mom. That is way too long," he enunciated as if speaking to a person with a very low I.Q.

Poor kid. He hasn't learned how to tap into my culinary genius, limited as it may be. Ice cream and I have a long and rocky (road) history.

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  1. .:Anna:.September 28, 2009 at 4:24 AM

    Silly children, ice cream is for grown ups.

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  2. GinaSeptember 28, 2009 at 5:45 AM

    Some day when he is trying to impress a girl (and ice-cream is a real winner!) he will think back to what his wonderful mother told him and he will be oh so glad she was wise and experienced in all things frozen.

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  3. Kristina P.September 28, 2009 at 8:19 AM

    My husband gets really mad when I nuke ice cream. He says it makes him gross.

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  4. JessicaSeptember 28, 2009 at 8:33 AM

    Darn it, now I'm craving ice cream at 9am.

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  5. Trac~September 28, 2009 at 1:10 PM

    LOL leave it to the child to "doubt" the culinary genius in the home! HA! That's okay - leaves more for you! :o)

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  6. ChiefSeptember 28, 2009 at 1:44 PM

    I prefer a slow thaw so as not to slime the sides of the brick. It takes patience but the result is worth it. ~wink

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  7. FoursonsSeptember 28, 2009 at 3:45 PM

    Bahahahahahaha! How would YOU know? You're ONLY Mom! HA!

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  8. shortmamaSeptember 28, 2009 at 7:09 PM

    Oh the knowledge we posses!

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