Musings of Professor Fox

I had to take a test. Writing this memory in the middle of a pandemic makes me remember fondly how easy "hard" things were to get accomplished not that long ago. As part of the application materials to get accepted into Graduate School, I was required to take the Graduate Record Examination or GRE. I mentioned in my last post that it had been decades since my last standardized test, and I was quite nervous about it. Nonetheless, online I went to select a testing center and an available date. The closest available option was about 120 miles away and three weeks or so away. I put in my information, entered my credit card number, and my adventure was set. Now, how to prepare?? A quick Google search revealed any number of study guides and aids, but I opted for the free download from the GRE site itself and worked carefully through the examples. Very quickly, I proved to myself that I had forgotten quite a bit of information from my last academic adventure. Forge ahead I did thoug...

I am by no means a baking expert, but I do enjoy finding new recipes and eating the creations when finished. I probably get this from my grandmother (either one actually). Both of my grandmas had many hand-written and print recipe books. Some of the contents handed down in the standard way from mother to daughter, and then mother to daughter again.  The only way to keep some of these family traditions alive is to continue the chain. For those recipes we enjoy as a family, we have taught our children how to make them, keeping that connection to the next generation alive. I imagine that most, if not all, families do something similar. I am reminded of the days, weeks, and months after my wife and I got married. She had favorites from her family, and I had favorites from mine. Funnily enough, we both disliked a fair amount of the other's contributions.  Working through this, we created our own "culture" and maintain the joint things we both like to eat. Now, when one or the ...