Sunday, April 5, 2015


Posting this so that I can find it on my phone....  This is a rather good recipe for
squash casserole.

Squash Casserole

4 lbs yellow squash, sliced lengthwise, then cut into 1/8 inch slices
2 medium onions, diced
1 red bell pepper, diced
Olive oil
3 eggs, lightly beaten
Half cup heavy cream
2 cups grated cheese (e.g. Italian blend, cheddar, parmesan....)
2 cups crushed buttery crackers (I used Town House Wheat crackers)
3 tablespoons melted butter.

Preheat the oven to 475 F.  Working in three batches, toss the squash
in olive oil and salt and pepper, spread out on a foil lined baking sheet,
and cook on a high rack in the oven for 15-20 minutes, until lightly colored
and beginning to caramelize.  Set aside and allow to cool while cooking
the other batches of squash.

Set the oven to 350.

Spread the onions and bell pepper on the baking sheet, and bake 8-10 minute
until the onions are just beginning to turn color.
Mix together all the vegetables, 1 cup of the grated cheese,
stir in the 3 lightly beaten eggs, the cream and one cup of the
crushed crackers.

Pour the mixute into a buttered 13x9 baking dish. Stir the crackers in the
butter, and stir in the remaining cheese. Top the casserole with the mixture.

Bake at 350 for 35 minutes or so (checking to make sure that the topping
doesn't burn --- I ended up turning the temperature down after 20 minutes).

Yours, done chopping, now to mix and bake,

Monday, February 2, 2015

Climbing the stars

Boo has written another story, a metaphorical delight!

Climbing the Stars

I walk through the door out to the open air.  I heave myself up the wall to the roof.  I lie there on the roof, staring at the sky, and the stars, and the galaxy.  And slowly, slowly,  I rise to my feet.  I stand tall and proud, a small but powerful little girl.  I stretch my arms like I do in yoga with Mommy.  And then I start to jump.  Little hops at first, then higher, higher, higher!  Then I reach while I jump.  And then suddenly, I'm not jumping and reaching, but grabbing.  Grabbing on to the closest star, I pull myself up.  I jump again, grip the next star, and pull myself up.  Again and again, higher and higher I
climb, until I can't climb any more.  I've reached the top of the sky!  I reach out and touch the heavens.  Then, slowly I spread my arms out wide, and fall off the very last star.  I feel myself drifting from the heavens, so I spread my wings and land on a star.  And then, carefully, I make my way down the stars, and climb back into my safe little bed.

Yours, delightfully inspired,

Sunday, October 19, 2014

Amateur Genealogy

Genealogy becomes possible for everyone, these days.  All sorts of web tools, together with massive amounts of data, and millions of ordinary people sifting through it, together with the ability to automatically merge their findings, and things can happen.
Mathematically I am not surprised by this: suitable models of random graphs predict this.  Nonetheless I was quite surprised this morning to see that a few extra ancestors had been added to one root of my tree: and following back, I found it went back, and back, and back.....
It is said (with quite a lot of justification) that all people of European descent have a line back to Charlemagne: I didn't find that --- but I did find that the line went back through various people in France, back through Italy, with one branch purporting to start in 80AD.  Not sure how much credence to give to the data --- and it means nothing about who I am as a person, but it fun to pursue it back:-)

Your, in line,

Friday, May 2, 2014

And we're off....

Or will be in a few hours.  Skibo and I leave after the school day is over, spending two days at camp.
Wish me luck --- it's my first time chaperoning!

Yours, in tow,

Banding together

Last night we got to attend Boo's second band performance.  She's been learning the clarinet since last Autumn, and the progress that she (and the other hundred or so students from the four elementary schools in our district) have made since the Christmas concert is incredible!  At Christmas they were essentially playing in unison, with very few chords: today they were playing pieces in which there were more complex harmonies, and pieces with complicated stops and starts.  Mostly the tempo was still all in unison: but still, incredible progress!
We're looking forward to next year when she and Skibo will both be in band together, although we don't yet know what he's going to play.

Yours, immensely grateful for the incredible teachers giving Boo this amazing opportunity!

Thursday, May 1, 2014

Huge loss to the acting world

I was very saddened yesterday to learn of the loss of one of the all-time great actors of the small and silver screen:  Bob Hoskins was so good in so many things that all over social media friends were posting their favourite movie or show or scene, and there were countless different things being chosen: Roger Rabbit, Mona Lisa, The Long Good Friday, The Lonely Passion of Judith Hearne, Mermaids, to name but a few.
Personally, I remember him best for one of his earlier stunning TV appearances, in Pennies From Heaven in 1978.  According to Wikipedia's page for the show, it was his breakout role: and even now, 36 years later, I can still recall how good he was in it.

Yours, raising a glass to his memory,

Wednesday, April 30, 2014

Weather or not

For the past three days the weather channel has been forecasting that we'll get massive storms coming our way.  I'm beginning to suspect their forecasts: this year has been particularly full of dire warnings (a couple of months ago they threatened 8-10 inches of snow, and we got a dusting) which have failed to come to pass.

I don't mind the fact that we haven't had the side effects of the storm system: the tornadoes have been bad in other states, and I definitely don't miss having them here.

I understand the difficulties of weather forecasting, the inherent instability of the systems they need to predict.  But surely a forecast of "100% chance of rain" three days running should come through at least once?  Perhaps the percentages could be downgraded to 90% instead?  After all, a three day dry spell would only be a one in a thousand longshot!

Yours, probably bemused,

Tuesday, April 29, 2014


I'm sure that that is what will be going through my linear algebra students' heads in a couple of hours time: I've just handed out their final exams, and they have two and a half hours to convince me that they've learned all they need to know this semester.
And it really would make me really very happy to give them all A's: all they have to do is earn it!

Yours, pulling for them (but not hopeful...)

Monday, April 28, 2014

A wonderful recipe site

Recently I happened across the vegan blog Oh She Glows, in particular to her recipe for "Rad Rainbow Raw Pad Thai" (which, containing no noodles is not in fact a pad thai, but I was intrigued, greatly intrigued by the recipe, and decided to try it.  It was sufficiently good that I immediately ordered her cookbook, now a month or so old.  We've tried a few recipes from it --- and in spite of the fact that we are not vegan, nor vegetarian, and sometimes we struggle to eat enough vegetables to classify as omnivores, we've been very impressed with her book so far.
She has a great sense of which flavors will mingle well, which will heighten the sensation of the dish, and she's a brilliant self-taught food photographer!

Hoping to be inspired to be more omnivarious,

Sunday, April 27, 2014

That time of year again

I love my job.  Most of the time.  Almost all of the time.  After all, I was just informed a week or two back that it was the two best jobs in the world combined: mathematician and tenured full professor!
But there are times, and this is one of them, when it comes back to bite me: I hate, despise, deplore, indeed, abhor setting tests.  I hate it worse, far worse than actually grading them!  This is, of course, ridiculous.  But it's true.

Yours, feeling testy,

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Losing a weekend

Fortunately, I'm about to have a few weeks of "weekends every day", so I won't regret losing next weekend too badly.  Skibo's grade at the elementary school were informed this week that they were eligible to attend a 2 day camp on forensic science next weekend.  It runs from Friday afternoon to Sunday afternoon --- and two of the three teachers for the grade apparently begged for me to come along as a chaperone.  Fortunately I've gone through the training, and am eligible to help out.  It's meant finding a substitute teacher for my tai chi class on Saturday (which I hope will work out fine), and I'll miss out on potluck on Friday --- but I'll get to participate in Skibo's education, and hopefully a good time will be had by all!

Yours, looking forward to losing a weekend,