Bet you never thought you’d see a Twilight reference on this blog, eh? Yeah me either. And I’m actually a little ashamed now. Although I’m not sure if I should be more ashamed that I didn’t even realize the reference until after I’d written the headline or that I didn’t immediately erase it.
Actually let’s try this post again.
I took the afternoon off yesterday. It was just one of those days where I just didn’t want to be in the office; I wanted to unwind and relax a bit. So after having a long lunch with Josh and a couple of friends, I headed down to Kerrytown in Ann Arbor to hang out at the market and do a bit of shopping. I ended up at Sweetwaters, which if you’re not from around these parts, is a small local coffee shop chain and this particular location is inside/adjacent to Sparrow Market in the Kerrytown shops. I hung out for a while, people-watching and debating internally what I wanted to make for dinner.
If you’re like me, the problem of what to eat next is at its very core an existential one. Which means, if you’re like me, we should both be pretty thankful for the obviously comfortable circumstances in which we live. Yet beyond that, yes, I take “What’s for dinner?” very seriously for a number of reasons. One, obviously cooking is my hobby; I consider each meal an opportunity to practice my skills. Two, as a human, I have the ability to raise eating from a basic level of instinctual need to one of enjoyment; you have to eat, you might as well enjoy it. Three, as an extension to Reason #2, if you’re going to put something in your body and thereby make it a part of your being, it should be high-quality and it should be as tasty as possible. I mean, what if you really are what you eat? When the zombie apocalypse comes, I want the droning, vacant cannibalistic hordes of the reanimated to fight over who gets the remains of my mutilated corpse because I am that delicious. Continue reading