I recently took a class from Harvard called Science and Cooking. I did it without ever taking an SAT exam or having an IQ above 140, all while wearing my slouchiest PJ and tucked in the comfort of my bed with a can of soda and a tub of gummy bears on the side, and burnt through 5 lectures straight in 1 week
No lattice-top? No pretty dashing colors of summer berries? Not even the scarce possibility of a scoop of ice-cream on top (people will eat anything with an ice-cream on top these days)(how's that heatwave going)? Just when my latest favorite creation was traffic-vetoed because of its less-than-fashionable appearance (A'ight, it may look Susan Boyle but that rice can fucking sing!), I can't believe I'm preparing to feature this visual question-mark
(简体)（繁體） Like standing in the DMV queue and being asked (judged simultaneously too) if I wanted to be an organ donor. Or whether to leave my BJ apartment on a PM2.5 hazardous day for groceries or starve with cheese crackers. Or whether to spend the last scrap of my monthly budget on the air purifier we really do NEED versus the new iPhone I really do WANT. Nobody said being an adult is easy. So years of life-defining choices as such have boiled down to this moment - I find myself standing in the kitchen in BJ (how the hell did I end up here
There are many who shy away from lambs, including a number of my personal friends. So I'm not going to say anything rude here, only