Recipe: Blueberry Milkshake

We really enjoy blueberry milkshakes at this time of year. It's a simple pleasure that we can whip up quickly. We keep vanilla ice cream in the fridge almost never the other 10.5 months of the year, but while local blueberries are in, it becomes a staple.

I hesitate to post a recipe, but here goes.

Blueberry Milkshakes
2 servings

1/4 pint of blueberries, more or less
1 tsp sugar
2 dashes vanilla
1/2 dash cinnamon
enough milk to achieve your desired consistency\
4 scoops good vanilla ice cream

Combine everything but the ice cream in the blender. Grind up the mixture at high speed for longer than you think you should. The goal is to pulverize the blueberry skins. Add ice cream and blend, keeping milk on hand to add more as necessary to achieve desired consistency.

What to Censor

Charlie's participating in a challenge at church this summer to read a designated list of 100 essential scripture passages. The list comes with a punch-out card that's good for a little scorekeeper like him. He's around 40 with a month left of summer.

So far, he's read all Old Testament passages. One might not notice until undertaking a project like this (I'm doing it alongside C) just how many OT stories feature people having sex. In C's bible it says so-and-so had "sexual relations" with so-and-so. A lot. David and Bathsheba, Ruth and Boaz, Abraham and Sarah.

Anyway, recently when I returned a Friday Night Lights DVD to the library, Teddy recognized that it was a DVD and asked what it was. When I said it was "Friday Night Lights, a television show that I watch on DVD", Charlie piped up and said "It's about...a football team and...sexual relations."

My children do not watch FNL. It's a great show, but I do wait until they're in bed to watch it because of the themes it sometimes covers. I protested that the show is about football and relationships. Maybe it's the Old Testament exposure I should really limit, though.

Sunday Haiku: Frisbee

Playing frisbee with
a three-year-old is mostly
walking and stooping.

Sunday Haiku: Self (deprecating) portrait