My father was a mechanic. My mother was a doctor. Since so far nobody has discredited the fact that I am their son, then maybe my interests and skills are genetically related to them. A surgeon is essentially a mechanic. They fix things, specifically the human body. They're not quite doctors since they perform a few procedures routinely, and yet don't try to solve every problem with a written slip for prescription drugs. My parents ultimately ended up becoming cooks. Could that possibly end up being a mirror reflection of my life? Working as a surgeon for a number of years only to end up as a chef? Right now, it wouldn't seem like a bad idea.
There's a plant in Paraguay that's currently used as a sweetener in food. All natural, 300 times sweeter than sugar, without those nasty industrial chemicals. While it may seem tempting for one going on a healthy diet, I find unnatural sugar to be more than I can bear.
I'm reading neuropharmacology. Alzheimer's- pathology, etiology, diagnosis, symptoms, treatment, molecular mechanisms. Having the closest thing to a mental orgasm. I hate that I like neuroscience. Why why why.
Oranges: best fruit to leave in the fridge for 3 months and still stay fresh. I decided to cut the oranges that my parents left over Thanksgiving before they get moldy. So ripe! So good! I ended up swallowing the last few slices.
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you speak of stevia, yes?
ps - hi siu! you've been negligent with the monthly recipes, but the blog is nonetheless entertaining enough to be read out loud in our living room, ha. mausami and i will be in nyc tomorrow, where we plan to eat an abundance of fantastically greasy street food. i'll let you know the highlights.
pps - everyone says hi! and can't wait to see you.
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