It’s been awhile…

I’ve been wretched in the way of keeping up with this thing.  I am well aware of that.  It’s not like I’m being pressed to it… I mean, hardly anyone ever reads this thing.  I’m not stuck to a time clock when writing in here.  Luckily.

I made a valiant attempt to write a decent post in here back in August, but it didn’t work out so well.  Saved it in the draft folder and it has been sitting there ever since… no point in publishing it now.  On that note, we’ll forget about the summer completely… it’s not like anything exciting happened.  For the most part.

I’m already eight days into the school year and it seems strange.  I feel like my head is a big swimming pool and I’m doing laps but I can’t get to the edge to take a break for five seconds.  The concept of being a senior just doesn’t sit well with me, I guess.  Ever since the first day I’ve felt downright weird.  Maybe it’s the realization that college isn’t so far away and I haven’t done a damn thing to prepare for it.  Maybe it’s the fact that I still have a chemistry and math b regents to pass in January (hoping against hope).  I think that’s one of the main things that’s bothering me at the moment – the feeling that I still have those two tests hanging over my head.  Math and chem didn’t work out so well for me last year, especially with the regents exams.  I managed to escape both classes with an overall average of 80, but failed the exams.  History and English seem to be my stronger points, unfortunately.

I’m not a very stressed person.  Rarely do I ever bury myself in situations where I feel I’m stuck in the corner with no way out.  However, there are times when I get a bit stressed out… and when I do, it isn’t pretty.  I suppose this isn’t a very good start to my last year in the public schooling system, but there isn’t much I can do about it.  Well, there is, but that’s beside the point.

One would think that being able to type this out would make one feel better.  But in my case it makes me feel even more like an idiot.  Believe it or not, my nose is bleeding now.  I guess I’m building up a bunch of pressure in my head from thinking too much.  That’s just sad.  Now what – I’m turning into Le Chiffre?  Am I going to start bleeding from the eyes?  Great.

Anyway, I think it’s best to publish this and stop thinking for the night.  One nosebleed is good enough for me.

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Is it the chef that makes the food good, or is it the ingredients?

The inspiration for such a question came from my grandmother while I was eating lunch this afternoon. I was sitting at the counter eating one of those Stouffer’s Macaroni and Cheese things, and she mentioned something about how everyone says she “makes the best macaroni and cheese in the world.”  I plead no contest, of course… but it left me to wonder.  Here’s how my train of thought went on over the next two minutes –

  • “In the world”?  Hmm…. she hasn’t even been in a contest for the county fair… I’m not sure about worldly acclaim.
  • Ingredients.  Everyone can use the same ingredients.
  • If there was a food tasting competition specifically for macaroni and cheese… and everyone used the same ingredients… would it taste the same?
  • What if it didn’t?

No, I’m not crazy.  I just happen to think a lot when I’m eating.  You know… the kind of deep thoughts that no one but the thinker could possibly give a damn about.

Anyway, the concept bothered me.  It still does.  Doesn’t it make sense that if everyone does the same thing (or uses the same ingredients), then it should come out exactly the same?  Could I be missing something?  Is there some sort of magical chef dust that makes everything taste “just right”?  I know the concept of The Secret Ingredient, but in my opinion it’s cheating.  If you’re claiming that your macaroni and cheese is the best in the world and you use a teaspoon of Mrs. Dash or whatever, it doesn’t count.  No sir, that’s an unfair advantage.

Ho-hum… such a strange concept.  But one I can’t dwell on any longer.