Showing posts with label dessert. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dessert. Show all posts

Friday, January 23, 2015

Niche talent



All parents consider their own children to be geniuses, presumably as a way of gaining street cred for having the enabling genes to make it possible, despite so blatantly failing to achieve anything in particular themselves.  And I'm no different.

So I was naturally pretty impressed when the Hatchling, newly minted 4 years old, asked us the other day why people at the bottom of the earth don't fall off.

I explained to her, using my best Up-Goer Five talk, that things always fall down, but "down" is not an absolute frame of reference (and I'm clearly paraphrasing myself here) - rather it is relative to the nearest large mass, which in our case is the Earth, so things always fall towards the centre of the Earth, this direction thus being perceived locally as "down".  She took that in her stride and didn't ask any further questions - a clear indication of either:
(a) superior intelligence and innate grasp of Newtonian physics, or
(b) superior intelligence and innate tolerance of my babbling nonsense.
The common thread being superior intelligence, I hasten to remind you.

So I was somewhat put out later that same day when she was attempting to eat a bowl of ice-cream and was dropping the ice-cream all over the floor, the table and herself.  On closer inspection, I realized she was holding the spoon upside-down.

Derr.

Sunday, May 1, 2011

Maybe we still are in Kansas, Toto!


As usual, we went out tonight to celebrate Willie Nelson's birthday.  We had a great time, going back to our favourite Japanese restaurant.  We ate extravagantly, and lapped up the admiration of our fellow diners for the Hatchling.

Afterwards, we headed south and checked out a new dessert-only cafe.  Its doors don't open until 8pm and we fortunately arrived on the dot and secured a table to beat the rush.  Sticky black coconut rice, rose panna cotta and a stein of teh tarik.  Mmmm.

We got up to pay at the counter and I overheard one of the girls behind me admiring the Hatchling:

Girl
(to friend)
Look, look, how gorgeous!

PTR
(turning to show off the Hatchling a bit more)
Thank you.

Girl
(to friend)
Look at the little half-caste baby!

Gotta love Adelaide...