The more-or-less annual church picnic was this afternoon.  Amy baked a peach crisp to take as we had three jars of peaches that didn’t quite preserve properly.  She made the best of the situation and crafted a fairly healthy dessert from peaches, oatmeal, brown sugar and a small amount of margarine.  I probably put significantly more sugar on my cereal most mornings than is contained in a serving of crisp.  Clearly I should switch to eating peach crisp for breakfast to stave off diabetes.

Desserts were extremely well provided today so we brought home a little bit over a third of our container casserole dish full of crisp to share with my parents who are here until sometime tomorrow.  Amy told them that there was crisp in the fridge if they wanted it.  My dad, being the math/science fiction nerd that he is, speculated that the crisp would be there whether they wanted it or not but it would not be known to exist until the fridge door was opened and the probability waveforms collapsed.  Amy called this Schrödinger’s Dessert.

I find it interesting that for any particular concrete unknown where there is an answer, it is in a fundamental state of flux until being revealed but at the same time is fixed.  With a playing card, the face value is an unknown right up until it is flipped over but must be one of the 54 cards of the deck and is definitely a particular one of them.

We went for a very long walk (7.5km according to Google Maps) and wound up collapsing the waveform when we got back.  It was delicious.

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