Same Recipe But Different Dish

If someone we consider a successful person gave their younger self the exact instructions to follow to be equally successful as today, they wouldn’t be able to do it. Not unless they had the context of the journey and mistakes made along the way. We cannot remember much of the nuance between decisions we make, so any kind of “recipe” for success would essentially be incomplete. 

  For example, during a Vietnam episode of “No Reservations,”  Anthony Bourdain introduced us to a lady who would cook a giant pot of Pho from the same recipe daily for over 20 years. Still, as experienced by Bourdain, the taste would be different each day. Same cook, same recipe, but other soup each time.

  Similarly, in the movie “The Karate Kid,” waxing on and off the car turned Daniel-san into a physically capable martial artist. And this was after doing the tedious work each day. As I noticed with my martial arts training, the physical movements might be the same. Still, so many things are happening on more profound levels of physiology and psychology. As Bruce Lee might observe, no two punches are the same. And this is probably the reason why different students progress at different rates. Other students, same training, yet different (but not any less valuable) results.

  Heraclitus once said, “We can never step into the same river twice.” The river is always different because it’s moving. And we are always different because we are growing. Maybe it is essential to examine why we follow certain things closely. I’ve fucked up cooking eggs by repeatedly following the same recipe, but I’ve also had good egg days. And yet, for some reason, I have difficulty explaining everything I did when it happened “correctly.” 

No two recipes are alike, even if the (even skilled) cook is the same. Why should we judge ourselves when things don’t work out, even after ” following the recipe” and doing everything we thought we should?

Weekly Q&A: What Is The Best Way To Enjoy Stinky Tofu?

This week’s question comes from Foodie411. If you enjoy reading, ask an anonymous question here!

Q: What is the best way to enjoy stinky tofu? And what does it smell like?

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Stinky tofu is usually sold in open-air night markets because of its strong stench.

A: The biggest problem with eating stinky tofu is the horrid smell. The best way to get rid of the stench is by immediately throwing that shit away, and then slapping yourself for almost eating garbage. The night when I tried it, most of the people in line were either drunk or eating it as a dare. As for the second part of the question, I think the best way to express my disgust is through video — so stay tuned this week for my stinky tofu rant!

Screw “Y.O.L.O.” And Escargot

You only live once!

– hold on a sec –

If rap lyrics make people aware about having limited time on Earth, and if one of those morons plows through a mountain of cocaine and dies, they will not receive my sympathy. In fact, I wouldn’t feel sympathy for anyone who died doing what they wanted. I’d be happy for them! Wouldn’t you? We all have to die eventually. The other day, I read an article about a married Japanese couple that had sex for the first time. Both died at climax from heart attack. What a way to go!

It makes you wonder about people. If the phrase “YOLO” stimulates a response in the cerebral cortex of people to make stupid decisions… the reality of their life must have sucked pretty bad. You’ve got other problems if rap lyrics are the “10 Commandments” of your life. I would suggest a better source of motivation. Perhaps Buddhism. Those guys seem pretty detached from the world.

A lot of people give Drake, and most recently, Nikki Minaj, criticism about not living their lifestyle according to their lyrics. Honestly, who cares? Most people don’t even have the money to live a posh lifestyle, so perhaps their disillusionment needs to be facilitated with drugs and alcohol. I have no complaint towards actor-turned-rapper Drake, or the message he delivers. Actually, inspiration can come from any source. The other day, I accidentally stepped on a snail outside my door. I was really upset. But then I realized that escargot might actually taste disgusting, and it inspired me to never try it.

People fail to understand that popular media figures don’t dictate how we should live life, they are just a reflection of our crappy selves. We used to think it was stupid that Romans killed the messenger if they weren’t satisfied with the message. Now we worship messengers that bring us unsatisfying messages. What the hell is going on?

Maybe I’ll try escargot if explicitly stated on Nikki Minaj’s new single.

Going “Nuts” For Cashews

I was eating a bag of crunchy, lightly-salted Cashew nuts today. They have a contrasting texture that is rough on the outside, and smooth on the inside. The delicious nuts can be very addicting; full bag of nuts one moment — next thing you know — empty bag. My throat started to get itchy from mild allergies, yet I couldn’t stop eating the nuts because they were very tasty. It is really fun to chomp down on their semi-hard surface with my front two teeth, and chew away with my molars. The extra salt on them was dehydrating, so I drank something to quench my thirst. I could just stop eating them: but I was addicted. The crunchy goodness got the better of me and I finished the entire bag.