“I’m not qualified to judge you,” Professor Plum said. “So my judgment is to let everyone else judge you.”

He read the mail. (More)

Ms. Scarlet took Professor Plum’s hand and they left to join the resident faculty in the wine cellar library, where they’ll spend the weekend drinking thinking on our motto of Magis vinum, magis verum (“More wine, more truth”).

Meanwhile, in the staff poker game, the Professor of Astrology Janitor wrestled with the moral dilemma of whether it was better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. The objects of his affection were the two red Queens with which he had raised to open the pot. Chef called, and the King and Six of Spades fell with the Deuce of Clubs on the flop. The Professor of Astrology Janitor bet and Chef called. The three of Clubs on the turn gave him pause, but again the Professor of Astrology Janitor bet. This time Chef raised, forcing him to rethink his affection for those Queens. After taking a moment to ponder what might have been, he folded. Chef showed him the King and Queen of Clubs, reassuring him that his plight had been even worse than he thought. He began his plaintive mewling, and Chef went to the kitchen to make Clotted Cream Frittatas with Potato and Prosciutto, leaving your lowly mail room clerk to review the week’s correspondence….

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Dear Ms. Crissie,

I’m writing to say that judges should stop being the “Mullahs of the West,” setting moral standards on public issues. We’re not qualified. We have no special expertise to determine right and wrong in such matters as abortion, doctor-assisted suicide, the death penalty, and same-sex marriage. We are not moral experts, and many of the moral issues now coming before the courts have no scientifically demonstrable right answer. As such, it’s a community’s job to decide what it finds morally acceptable, not the court’s. Don’t you agree?

Antonin in D.C.

Dear Antonin,

We agree that you are not qualified to be a “Mullah of the West.” However, we note that parties do not come to the Supreme Court for your moral opinion. Instead, they come for your legal opinion, and on issues like those you mention the question is typically whether a given statute is consistent with the Establishment, Equal Protection, and Due Process Clauses of the First and Fourteenth Amendments to the U.S. Constitution. We think your “We are not moral experts” argument is merely an attempt to impose your moral judgments without taking responsibility for doing so. Instead, you would let stand moral judgments with which you agree and find legal pretexts to overturn moral judgments with which you disagree, insisting you make no moral judgments while asking questions like “If we cannot have moral feelings against homosexuality, can we have it against murder?” We claim no special moral expertise, but we do recognize deceit and hypocrisy when we see them.

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Dear Ms. Crissie,

Does clotted cream come from cows with clogged arteries? If so, will it clog mine? If not, how do I make Chef’s Clotted Cream Frittatas with Potato and Prosciutto?

Arterially Hungry in Blogistan

Chef asked me to reassure you that clotted cream does not come from cows with clogged arteries. Instead, it is made by heating whole milk over a water bath and allowing it to cool in a shallow pan. The cream rises to the top and clumps with a consistency much like cream cheese.

To make her Clotted Cream Frittatas with Potato and Prosciutto, Chef first sautés a diced 4-ounce potato in olive oil with ½ minced onion, 2 cloves of minced garlic, and a dash each of salt and pepper, for 7-10 minutes until the potatoes just crisp on the outside. She next whisks 6 eggs, 2 ounces of clotted cream, 2 ounces of grated Parmesan cheese, 2 ounces of coarsely chopped prosciutto, and 2 Tablespoons of chopped fresh basil in a bowl, and pours the egg mixture in with the potatoes. Once the eggs begin to set up, but while the top is still wet, she puts the skillet under the broiler for 3-4 minutes, until the top is golden-brown. Chef then slides the frittata out of the pan, cuts it into 12 wedges, and serves each wedge on a buttered, toasted baguette. Bon appétit!

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Sources:

Antonin in D.C.; “moral feelings against homosexuality.”

Clotted cream.

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Happy Sunday!