If you’re just joining us, last week I learned that jawbreakers can explode when heated in a microwave. This week, I’m going to find out why. What happens in a microwave that makes jawbreakers explode?
In an effort to finally rid the house of leftover Easter candy, I snagged a copy of Loralee Leavitt’s Candy Experiments and began to flip through looking for a way to dispose of all those unwanted Peeps. I hadn’t gotten very far before I found the warning: “Never heat a jawbreaker.” And all I’ve been able to think about since is why. Why can’t you heat a jawbreaker? What happens?
Last week, when The Eleven-Year-Old and I came home from school, we discovered our normally sleepy cat on high alert. Turns out there was an opossum in our backyard. “Oh no,” said my 11-year-old daughter. “Is it time to freak out?”
Thinking about composting your potentially E.coli infected romaine? Do me a favor. Don’t. At least not this time around. Here’s why.
On a recent roadtrip through Nevada, The Ten-Year-Old spotted a lot of vultures. So many she wanted to know: “Is the vulture the state bird of Nevada?”
Earlier this year, The Ten-Year-Old’s fifth grade class spent 18 hours learning what it meant to be sailors in 1906 as part of the Age of Sails program at the San Francisco Maritime National Park. Ever since then, she’s been reading everything she can get her hands on about life on the sea between the mid-1800s and early 1900s. After learning that the entire crew of the Franklin Expedition of 1845 died in one of that century’s greatest tragedies, the Ten-Year-Old naturally wanted to know why.
It’s Girl Scout cookie season, and that means we get to talk to all sorts of Girl Scout alums about their experience selling cookies back in the day. This week, we met someone who claimed that Thin Mints are not only one of the most popular types of Girl Scout cookies, they’re also one of the oldest. So of course, we had to know: Were Thin Mints really only the third Girl Scout cookie to be introduced?
Last Monday, while The Ten-Year-Old and I were walking to school, we passed a black bird standing in the middle of the road. “Look at that crow,” I said. “Or raven. Whatever. Look at that very large black bird sitting in the middle of the road daring cars to run over him.” “Mommyo,” my daughter asked. “Can’t you tell the difference between a raven and a crow?”
Yesterday’s Super Blue Blood Moon got The Ten-Year-Old wondering. Are there ever two new moons in one month? What’s that called?
In her book, Reading like a Writer, Francine Prose casually states that it’s bad luck to have peacock feathers in the house. I’d never heard that before. So of course, I wanted to know: do peacock feathers bring bad luck?