My dad took me and the kids fishing at Baby Lake in the high Unitahs. What a great time.
6 AA Large Eggs
6 Cups of Heavy Cream
3 Cups of Whole Milk
2 1/4 Cups Sugar
2 Cups of Finely Chopped Fresh Basil. (I like Thai Basil Best but use whatever you like.)
This recipe yields 1 gallon of ice cream. I you don’t have a gallon sized ice cream maker, use 2 eggs, 2 cups of cream, 1 cup of milk, 3/4 cup of sugar and 3/4 cup of basil to make about 1 -1/2 quarts of ice cream.
Break eggs into a large bowl. Add Sugar and whip till it is nice and creamy. Add cream, milk and basil. Mix until everything looks nice and evenly mixed. Cover and place in the refrigerator overnight. The basil needs this time to release the fresh basil oils into the blend and chilling will help the ice cream freeze faster which makes smaller ice crystals and better ice cream. Stir every once in a while.
Next day, basil might be floating on the top. You can strain the mix if you want to remove the basil or you can leave it in. I like to leave some in the mix. If you skim some of the basil, be careful not so skim cream out of the mix. Stir it first.
Put the mix in your ice cream machine and follow the instructions for your machine. If basil ice cream sounds weird to you, just try it. It’s really amazing.
I was reading through my Mom’s (Brenda Strain) journals, that my wife so kindly copied for me for Christmas. I found a poem she wrote for me while I was on my mission. It’s funny how different the feelings are reading it now vs reading it then. Before I could really understand it, I had to do some growing up. Back then it was a nice poem from my Mom. Now I see the effort and thoughts of a loving mother who saw a much bigger picture. I believe she is with her Mom now telling stories, writing new poems and patiently waiting for me to get there and fulfill this prophecy. I think she would not mind my sharing it.
A Christmas Poem for My Missionary
by Brenda Strain
Christmas is a time of year
When loved ones com from far and near,
To celebrate that special day
When Christ was born, or so they say.
It is a time when we share
Gifts with those for whom we care.
A time when love and Kindness are
Shining like that one bright star.
We feel our Saviors love so near
And tender thoughts will bring a tear.
He gave so much, what can I give?
I show my love by how I live.
My special son will give much more.
He’ll try and Knock on every door.
And share the greatest gift of all
Because that is his special call.
I am so proud of you my son,
And someday when your work is done,
I hope you’ve learned how we must give
And show our love by how we live.
We’ll be together and we’ll share
Stories of Earth when we were there.
I Remember Christmas
By Bryan Strain
I remember Christmas when I was just a boy.
I remember putting plates of goodies on porches in secret ploys.
I remember searching high and low when Mom and Dad weren’t home.
I remember making sure our family and friends were never left alone.
I remember Mommy teaching me to make the candy I so loved.
I remember Christmas lessons of Heavenly Father and Son above.
I remember the hard Christmas when a fire took our house.
I remember the spirit deep from friends that fire could not douse.
I remember the powerful music I sang and heard inside my soul.
I remember that giving not getting is the most important goal.
I remember the book my mother made with stories meant to teach.
I remember the heroes and heroines who show us just how far we can reach.
I remember the traditions my Mom and Dad taught me, and the reasons why they are.
I remember to teach them to my kids so they will continue them far.
I remember the Man of perfect soul who gave everything for me.
I remember what he taught us all, and who he wants me to be.
By Bryan Strain
Old Glory how I love you.
Your stars give certain light
Your pure white stripes burn in my heart
And in this crazy world despite
The blood that still flows in stripes of red
To defend your heaven blue field
Some who live under your gaze
Don’t understand the power that you wield
Some of us see who you are
And give all we have of worth
My great uncle Dean who wounded flew
His bones lie now in distance lands
His valor helped to save the earth
In World War II
My great uncle Warren, he fought too
Survived Bastogne and Normandy
His flesh lived and returned but his spirit died
We remember what he lost for you
In 2001 the towers fell
My youngest brother knew
It’s in our blood he had to join
Bastogne unit of the 101stAirborne
He survives today his love for you
Lives on like mine
My love so deep
I give you my son he’s only seventeen
I know you will look after him
We’ve taught him well he wants to live
But will give whatever you deem
Necessary to keep the heavens blue
Your stripes pure
Your stars bright
What Does It Mean To Be Human?
By Bryan Strain
What does it mean to be human?
I think that I should know.
Do I have time for all of it?
How much can I grow?
I’ve decided reading is the key,
to find out Every part.
The pain, the pleasure, the interesting,
the depths of human heart.
I’ve lived and died so many times,
through things that I have read.
Will I have time to read it all,
before I’m gone and dead.
A problem now I’ve spotted in,
my little reading theory.
If I read from morning into night,
will this answer my query?
I see a balance must be struck,
to really understand.
You must read to gain what can’t be learned
by living it firsthand.
Utah State University
4 November 2012
Traditional vs. Online Education
Traditional school is vastly superior to an online education. Teachers are more than a fountain of knowledge; they are motivators, friends, and confidants. While I agree that you can learn in the sterile, emotionless, online world, you cannot learn to the same level in the same amount of time. Even if you are taking a broadcast class, you can develop a relationship with your instructor. You understand the tone of their voice. They hear when you are not sure of yourself on the subject material and they can provide feedback to help you be more sure of yourself.
The online class is rigid. You never get off on tangents that may hold added knowledge from an experienced professor. You may not get credit or partial credit for answering a question correctly when you expressed your answer from a different point of view. The text of online courses has no tone, no personality, and no passion.
I have taken online courses, broadcast courses, and face to face courses. I have received only one bad grade in an online math course. I vowed to choose broadcast and face to face courses evermore. My instructors know me. They see my strengths and my weaknesses. They praise me, and correct me. I can feel them molding me for the future. I am a better reader, a better writer, and I understand complex ideas much better now. It is not because of the sterile knowledge, that I have a firm grasp on my subjects; it is because my professors love what they do. They love to teach, they love their subjects, and they love their students. Love doesn’t translate so well in 1’s and 0’s.