Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Common sense has left the building

One of S. favorite CDs is called Benjamin Blümchen as a pediatrician. It’s about an elephant (who is very famous amongst German children), which has to substitute for the real, measles-stricken, doctor.

My favorite part is, when a mom comes into the clinic with her daughter, complaining that the child is always tired and does nothing but read. Benjamin tries to find out what is wrong with her and starts to ask her questions: " What is your favorite game at daycare?" Instead of the girl you hear the mom holler: "Daycare??? My Kathrin does not go to daycare. There are horrible kids that could teach her bad words!" "Oh" says Benjamin "ok, no daycare... mhhh, what do you like best at the playground then?" "Playground???" you hear mum shout "We do not go to the playground. Kathrin might climb on things and fall and scratch her knee!!!" Benjamin starts to get a bit desperate "But...but...äh, do you like to ride your bike then?" "Ride her bike, are you crazy? That is way to dangerous, she might get run over by a car...!" Benjamin looks at the girl and says:  "But what are you doing all day then, when you are not allowed to play, to be with other kids or ride the bike?" "Well, I lay down on my bed and read", says the girl. Benjamin's cure for her is a receipt that ordinates  going to the playground, playing with other kids, climbing and scratching her knee at least once a week.

Isn’t it brilliant? It makes me chuckle every time we listen to the CD, because it so nicely illustrates the apparently increasing over-protectiveness amongst parents and also the society per se.

I have previously written about the fondness of kids-harnesses over here and seeing a kid strapped into one still amazes me time and time again. I just cannot understand why people prefer to have their kids on a "leash" instead of just holding their hands. Is it really that dangerous to walk around?

Unfortunately, I could not find any numbers on accidents related to harness-less kids that escaped from their parents, while on a walk and got hurt but instead I stumbled upon a UK-wide poll from 2007, which found that half of 7-12 year olds have been stopped from climbing trees 21% had been banned from playing conkers and 17% were not allowed to play chase. Amazing, isn´t it?

It really makes me wonder how those kids will do later in life? It’s not like life gets nicer the older we get or that dangerous situations no longer exist. How will those children know their limits, if they never get a chance to test them? Looking back to my own childhood, some of the best memories I have involve trees, rivers, woods, playing chase and bike rides around town. And yes, of course, I fell and cried, got bruises and scars but do I look at those moments in regret? Not at all. Seeing my scars is more like a trophy, a daily reminder of the great times and the freedom I had as a child.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not saying that one should not be careful at times and it is important to do some risk assessment before you let the kids do certain things, but at the same time it is necessary to not only focus on the dangers but also on the possibilities. The two go hand in hand. Always. In your life as well as in that of the children. The more children are deprived of those choices, the less likely are they are to learn judging situations for themselves. And that, in my opinion leads to, that we turn into a society of chickens, afraid of everything and seeing dangers lurking in every corner. Risk taking is a big NO NO and our boundaries are getting tighter and tighter and soon we might not even be allowed to use the toilet before reading the safety instructions.

 Luckily, we are not really there yet but our awareness/fear of new threats and hazards from hitherto unknown sources increases by the day. This is the latest example I stumbled upon the other day in our local Waitrose store:
Who would have known they are such vicious little bastards!


Honestly, who wants to live in a world where you have to have signs like that? Where is our common sense? Did it die and we did not realize it? Or is it just me, thinking this is crazy? I would love to hear your comments.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Rhubarb crumble

Rhubarb season has finally started and nobody is happier than me. I LOVE rhubarb. Love how the fantastic combination of sweet and sour tickles your tongue, how the green and red colors of the stems melt into each other and how it seems to have summer written all over it.

I spied my first rhubarb of the year yesterday (yay!), bought it and turned it into a rhubarb crumble this morning. I used a recipe that I have been using for several years, but being a scientist, experimented a bit with the ingredients. The outcome was tested on 4 moms who, after some rhubarb induced tongue twisting, face bending and eye twinkling, judged it "very good". I agree, this might not be a good indicator, given that the English are generally very polite but 3 of the girls asked for the recipe AND that I count as a sign that they really liked it. If you find it sounds mouth watering you are lucky. I am in sharing mood.  Give it a try, hopefully you like it as well and it is easy as...well...pie. Here you go:


The topping

1.5dl (150ml) white flour
 1.5 dl (150ml) oat meal
 2 table spoons sugar
125g butter, diced

and my additions:
hand full Macademia nuts, crushed
1/3 bar white chocolate, crushed


The filling

500g rhubarb, sliced
1dl sugar (I took less!)
1 tablespoon corn starch


 Preheat oven to 225C

For the filling
grease oven proof dish with butter
mix rhubarb, sugar and starch and put it in the oven proof dish

For the topping

Mix all ingredients with your hands or a machine until you get crumbles. Put it on top of the filling and bake for 30 minutes, or until the top of the crumble is golden and crisp. Serve warm with vanilla ice-cream (or something else vanilla-ish).

Enjoy!




Monday, May 9, 2011

"Busyness" as usual

After weeks and weeks of sunshine and blue sky, the English weather is finally back to normal. It has been raining cats and dogs and even little icy haildrops, while the sun has gone into hiding behind dark, gray clouds. The farmers are pleased. I am not. I begged for someone to turn the sun back on, but was rewarded with nothing but angry thunder and lightning. So I gave in, accepted that we would be stuck in our house for the rest of the day, dug deep down into our arts and crafts box, we all turned into creativity mode and tarraaaa, here are some of the results:


Our obligatory quaterly handprints. One from S.

...and one from I.

Modern art, bids are welcome!

Very hairy and "leggy", yet incredibly charming

Artist at work...

Not so artist at work. One finger-full in my mouth, one finger-full on the paper...

... one finger-full on my clothes, one finger-full in my mouth... Well, I guess you get it.

Our fingerprint animals. What they are is up to your imagination alone.

Flower power?
 Mind you, we might not be the most artistic family, but at least we had fun. What do you do on rainy days. Inspire us!