Monday, June 23, 2014

A Little Ice Cream History Lesson.....

Oh, the joys of the first few days of summer.  The heat, humidity, air conditioners running all the time, and maybe a trip to the ice cream shop for a cool treat, so not all that bad. 

Ice cream, oh my, that oh so cool treat that we can keep eating and keep eating and not care how many calories we are consuming or how many pounds will be on the scale.  And oh, the soooo many ways we can serve it.  We have banana splits, sundaes, shakes, malts, cone, cup, cakes, or my fave right out of the old carton.  And the flavors,  vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, swirls, banana, peanut butter, caramel, peach, raspberry, blueberry, and the list goes on. 

Here is a little time line of ice cream history:

Ice cream has been around so long that it was a treat back as early as 54 A D.  The emperors would send their slaves up into the snowy mountains and they would mix snow with the nectar of plants and they would consume like it was going out of style.   Not the same flavor as we have today but it to them was the golden ray of sunshine during the hot months.  Well, maybe not a ray of sunshine but you get my drift.

It was said that in 1744 colonists who crossed into the new world brought their recipes over with them and would mix cream with new ingredients they had never encountered.

1843 the first ice cream churning system was patented by Nancy Johnson of Philadelphia.

In 1850, Jacob Fussell, who was a dairyman out of Baltimore opened the first commercial ice cream factory.  He began shipping by train and was later given the title of father of the wholesale ice cream industry.

Fast forward to the 1880's, soda fountains began to sell sundaes because ice cream sodas were not allowed to be sold on Sunday. 

Then September 22, 1903 the patent for the first ice cream cone was made. 

Grocery stores did not start selling this sweet treat until the 1930's. So you can imagine the sales that year.  I cannot imagine a life without ice cream, but there was a time when it was not a common everyday thing to just have in the house. 

So, now that we have a bit of ice cream history, lets all run out to our closest ice cream shop and get us a sweet treat.  Sweet eats my friends :)

Friday, June 13, 2014

Life Is Like A Garden

As I sat out back this morning having a cup of coffee, I gazed out at my little garden in the back yard and just had so many thoughts come to me.  As I tried to sort thru all the things coming to mind it dawned on me that life and what we leave behind is very much like a garden. You work the ground, plant the seed, water the garden, weed it when needed, and then after a length of time it begins to produce what one hopes to be great things. Only to die and wither away, but if you are lucky and you have done the work correctly, what once you planted will come back in full growth again and again. 

I like to think that this a lot like the process of life. 

For my life, I do not mind saying I have a foundation that is my Lord and Savior which is my grounding. 

The seeds that I sew are those in which my husband, children, close family, and friends fall into the category of. 

Then the watering is what I do with and for those in the seed category. For example with my children, I give them the things that they need in order to grow and thrive in life.  

The weeding is simply something that must be done.  When a garden grows it begins to fill with ugly plant life that can destroy the good that is being produced and in time if not tended to properly can totally choke out or destroy the plant.  I weed out those in my life that are choking the life out of what I am here to do weather it be friend, family, or acquaintance.  And yes, I said it, even family members.  Now let me stop here and say, everyone has their own opinions on how families are ran.  People have even said, "they are family they are blood".  Well, blood does not make family. Blood makes you related.  Love, trust, truth, sticking around in tough times, and honor is family and my dear reader I have found more of those things in some of my closest friends than some of my family members.  Family is there when things get bad, they are there when you need them, they are there to shed tears with, they are there when things are good, and they are simply just there.   So no, I do not feel even the slightest big guilty for weeding out of my life family who are toxic to what my life stands for and needs.  God said forgive when others do you wrong, he never said you have to keep going back into the same relationships that got you upset in the first place. So, I forgive, and I move on and am quite happy with my life decisions. 

Now we are at where the blooming of the garden takes place.  In blooming of a garden, new produce or fruit is beginning to grow.  As it grows it gets bigger giving the one who planted it great joy in watching it grow.  (Me, yes, that is me everyday when I see something new sprout up. I may even be seen doing a happy dance in the yard over it.)  Then as the fruits or vegetables are ready to harvest we get great enjoyment and nourishment from these said plants.

Isn't that what our lives are suppose to do?  We are suppose to be good, kind, loving and nurturing to others.  We are the plants so to say in this world.  We are the buds that can produce good or bad.  And if we are good we can leave behind things of ourselves that others will long remember, love, and want to continue on with.  And in many cases we leave parts of us here that can be grown over and over again and again.  I think this is the case in family.  Now the things we leave do not have to be gardens, it can simply be memories of the way things were done, the lessons learned, a recipe, or simply a story told.  It can be the love one person gave to others that spilled out into many different things in life. 

So, as I finish this entry I think of those who have gone on before us.  They were the seeds of yesterday that bloomed into beauty and nourishment for us, that ended up dying in one season only to in another season produce more fruits so that its lifeline never ends.  I want to be the legacy that those before me started.  I want to be a plant that many new plants begin with after I am long gone.  I want to be as God wants me to be a branch of his vine.