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Do my chopstick skillz look better?

I’ve been practicing.  All day, all night.  When I should be pipetting and mixing chemicals together and looking at glowing cells under a microscope.  Really, I’m just thinking about how to hold chopsticks in my left hand without looking like a psycho killer.

Obviously.  I shouldn’t quit my day job.

Also.  If I’m going to keep showing you my hands, I really should paint my nails.

Or get me some super chic rubber gloves.

(All the cool MD/PhD students are wearing them!)

(Cool MD/PhD student = oxymoron.)

Then you’d really think I was sitting in lab practicing chopsticking.

(“Chopsticking” sounds dirty. You should probably not use it in a sentence today.  Especially not while talking to your boss. Or small children. Just saying.)

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Sometimes, you have to wake up at 2AM to taste test the ice cream that you put in the freezer to chill at 10.

Even if it’s Friday.  And you’re tired.  And you have to wake up at 5:30 the next morning to beat the heat on your 10 mile run.

Set an alarm.

Sleep with a spoon next to your pillow.

That’s what I’d do.  (Did.)

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You may think you don’t believe in tofu, but that’s just cause you haven’t tried these burgers.  Check out the recipe over at Marcus Samuelsson’s site!

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I’ve really been trying to be the normal one at work these days.

You see.  My first week, I brought in veggie burgers, pizza, and chickpeas in mint sauce for lunch.

Not all on the same day.  But still.

If we’re being honest.  I got weird looks.  And zero marriage proposals.

There is some kind of conclusion to be drawn from such statistics.  I’m sure of it.

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What you’re looking at right here?

This is the Indian version of the New York hot dog.

(This is where all of my Indian readers and my roommate start a mutiny.  I know it’s hot out, but stay calm people.  Stay. Calm.  In fact.  No sudden movements.  And keep your hands where I can see ’em.  Mmmkay?)

I wouldn’t know, because I haven’t eaten a hot dog in probably about twelve years (thanks to my brother who, when I was eight, informed me with all the authority that his six-year-old voice could muster that they were made from cow testicles).

But so says Madhur Jaffrey in her pre-recipe intro.

And if you know anything about Ms. Jaffrey, then you know that when it comes to Indian food.  Her word is gospel truth.

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Have you ever tried waiting for marshmallows to get stale?

It takes longer than watching water boil.

It takes longer than the time I usually need in-between laundry loads to rejuvenate my laundry-doing determination (2.5 weeks).

It takes longer than the frequency with which I shave my legs (no comment).  (Joanne.  You’re supposed to wait until AFTER you have a boyfriend to get so lax about such things.  TSK TSK.)

It takes longer than you (or I) can even imagine!

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