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On Food and Cooking


26 Apr

I can’t believe how fast the end of my time as a student at Rose-Hulman is approaching.  I’m still working on the whole getting-a-job thing (to make a long story short, Liberty Mutual Seattle said no, but I’ve got other prospects–I’m flying to Boston Tuesday for an interview), but for now, I’m going to focus on another area of my life: cooking.

See that picture above?  I made that, about a week ago, for dinner.  Pork Tinga tacos with avocado and Queso Fresco (fresh cheese–it’s mexican.  basically like feta, but less pungent).  Cooking is a release for me.  Regardless of how irritated CS makes me (which has been more frequent lately — clearly a week of spring break was not enough), no matter how stressed all the projects going on are making me, time in the kitchen is a way to calm down, re-focus, and relax.  I think that’s why the way CS cooks irritates me so much.

Let me set things straight: CS is not a bad cook, but he’s not a good one either.  It’s clear he could be a good cook, but his focus is in the wrong place.  Two of the people I look up to in terms of food (yes, I have those) are Alton Brown and Rick Bayless.  Both advocate the use of fresh ingredients where possible, and stress the whys of the the techniques you’re using as much as the steps of the recipe.  The crew at America’s Test Kitchen is good for this too (especially since they rigorously test each recipe until it’s perfect).  Between the three of them, it’s a great resource for an engineer that likes to cook–everything is precise and has a purpose behind it.  That’s where I try to focus when it’s my turn to cook for the apartment: fresh ingredients (and less of a reliance of canned/processed goods) and a strong sense of flavor.

CS does not think this way.  His only concern is cost and how quickly things take to make.  There’s been a number of times when he’s come home from Kroger with stuff just because it was on sale (a horrible way to just add more to the pile of things in the freezer that he’s bought like that.  apparently the freezer is a magical box which keeps things good forever.).  I’m fairly certain he’s never made a recipe that’s taken over 30 minutes to make start to finish (the one exception to this, when he wanted to make something “American” for our new suitemate to try, meatloaf, he used my recipe from America’s Test Kitchen.  He didn’t read the instructions ahead of time to see how long it would take, and I ended up making the meatloaf to ensure we had dinner on time.)  This focus on the quick and the cheap means we eat a lot of bland casseroles barely modernized from the 50s that consist of a lot of canned soup and hamburger.  He’s served green bean casserole, a perfectly alright side dish, as the only dish for dinner.  TWICE.  This goes directly against my two principles when I cook.  I don’t mind focusing on cost (we’re in college — I try to cook two dishes with similar ingredients over a two week period so I only need to shop once), but the time thing angers me — I take whatever time is needed to make something the people I live with will enjoy.  I don’t get that feeling when CS cooks.  We’re not forcing him to make anything for us — he signs up for when he wants to cook on a whiteboard in the room.  There’s no visible passion behind what he makes; there’s an attempt to impress us because he thinks so highly of himself, but its not reciprocated when the end product always looks so disappointing.  I don’t want to crush his desire to cook, but I just wish he’d listen to the feedback he’s gotten.

I’m not asking for anything as elaborate as the tacos above (which aren’t really that elaborate–pork slow cooked with tomatoes/peppers/garlic served with chopped up avocados tossed in lime juice and crumbled fresh cheese).  Just something that’s been made with a sense of love or passion behind it.

Haiku


16 Feb

Whoever’s been coming up with the new daily haiku at Gawker is awesome.  Two recent favorites:

This President’s Day
Let’s remember Gerald Ford
Falling down the stairs.

There should be a sport
Falling on your ass on skates.
I could win the bronze.

Future Imperfect


14 Feb

Note: I’ve been really bad about updating here lately.  I’m putting together a recap post for the last 8 weeks, but it won’t go up until next weekend because my focus is on Senior Project being awesome.  To tide things over, I’m putting up a few things I’ve written this quarter, two music reviews (Vampire Weekend and Beach House) and the flash fiction I wrote for my science fiction class.  Here’s the story.

“Have you used our service before?” the sales representative asked me.

“No” I replied.

“Okay then.  Before I go any further I’m going to explain what the process entails,” she said in a chipper practiced tone.  I looked at her nametag.  Julie.

“What we do here at Future Perfect is take your initial data and with the use of advanced predictive technologies give you alternative timestreams as to how things could go.  Once you’ve chosen the outcome you’re looking to find in the situation, we give you a list of steps to take and ensure this future happens.  That’s why the screening process to get an appointment here takes so long—we don’t want this kind of information to fall into the wrong hands.”

I nodded. “You wouldn’t want the next potential dictator getting the steps they needed to enslave the Earth.”

“Exactly,” she replied, “Now which of our packages did you choose to go with?”

Future Perfect’s services weren’t cheap at any tier.  The basic package cost most of my life’s savings—I couldn’t imagine how much the top plan cost.  That analyzed over a hundred potential scenarios of the way things could go.  For the basic plan, I only got five.

“The basic plan.  It’s all I can afford.”

Julie seemed to understand.  “There’s nothing wrong with that.  Sometimes I think it’s the best of all the plans we offer—too much choice and you can’t decide.  Now what are you looking to do?”

I told her about my goal.  I currently worked as a technician on the shuttles running between Earth and Mars, but my goal was to be part of the exploratory missions to planets farther out in the solar system.  I had taken the job repairing faulty ships with the hope of advancing or getting some more relevant experience to apply for those sorts of positions, but had mostly been stuck in the same place.  Five years later, I needed a plan to change things.  Future Perfect’s services were my chance at that.

Julie finished typing into the console.  “Okay, I’ve got all of the data entered into the system.  It’ll take a few minutes for it to process, run the analytics and determine some options for you. Can I get you something to drink while we wait?”

I took her up on her offer.  We talked for a few minutes before the console beeped to indicate that analysis had been completed.  Julie took a look at the results.  A confused look formed on her face.

“Something’s not right.  According to these, you don’t have a future.”

I was taken aback.  “What?”

“Sorry, let me rephrase that.  I didn’t mean it to sound so hopeless.  There’s something wrong with the results—instead of showing the potential ways you could reach your goal, it’s showing that in all five of the possible timestreams, you’re going to die.  That can’t be right.”

“Is this a regular occurrence?”

“No, but it has happened before.  I’m going to grab someone from IT.  I’ll be right back.”

Waiting alone in her office seemed to take forever, but she came back with a technician.  He took a look inside the console, but nothing seemed to be amiss with the terminal.  He left to go check elsewhere in the office for the problem.

“It’s probably just a fluke in the system.  This happens every once in a while—you’d think with all the advancements that keep this place running we could at least keep it online 100% of the time.  I’ll refund your money and schedule you for another appointment.  Does 3PM tomorrow work for you?”

It didn’t.  Another appointment time was set up; I got my refund, and headed back to the main level of the Future Perfect building.  As I headed out, I was still thinking over what she said—Julie tried to cover it up, but there was something ominous in her voice when she told me I didn’t have a future.  What could she have been trying to hide?

I didn’t see the bus coming until it was too late.  So that’s what she meant.

I Love Minnesota


28 Aug

I haven’t necessarily agreed with some recent stuff going on in my home state–the (stupid) senate battle that took way longer than it should have, Michelle Bachman in general, and the Vikings decision to let Brett Favre play, but sometimes my state is pretty awesome.  This is part of the seed art exhibition at the state fair and it is awesome:

Awesome Seed Art

(picture from Gawker)

I’m off to Terre Haute again tomorrow.  See you when I get there.

Ben M. Smith

Software Engineer. Music Enthusiast. Person.