Tatyana in medias res

Girlfriends. God’s gifts to other girls. They come in all shapes and sizes, styles and qualities, stuff you like about them and stuff you (sometimes) don't. But whatever their faults, their love-able-ness are far above it all. They make everything good in your life better and everything awesome even more awesome. They always just know what to say and what not, though don't get me wrong they give you stuff in your face when you need it. They come with their drama and their problems; this is not necessarily a bad thing I’ve realized. because over the million conversations you have with them over wine, cheese, really yummy unhealthy junk food, really yucky healthy green teas, gigantic meals and cartons of ice cream, you come to learn a lot from their experiences. Girlfriends are like your guilty pleasures and the toughest company sometimes. they let you gloat in your awe but always bring you to level when it’s too much, they also let it sink in when you have screwed up but will ...

The Japanese eat very little fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Mexicans eat a lot of fat and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Chinese drink very little red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Italians drink a lot of red wine and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans The Germans drink a lot of beer and eat lots of sausages and fatty foods and suffer fewer heart attacks than Americans moral of the story: eat and drink whatever you want. Obviously speaking English is what is killing you. I think the process of appreciating food starts from the eyes. I really enjoy those hibachi style places where you can see how they cook the food. It builds up the anticipation for the food. Sight of food makes your mouth water, which leads you to feel hungry. It’s the most beautiful biological process in our body. When you see shredded cheese boil a little and turn slightly brown in the brick oven (or an oven) and smell the aroma from the r...

Out of the many things that are bursting out of me that i really have to want to write about, one is food. For those who know me, they know this was just a matter of time before i wrote about food. It’s the one and only true love of my life. There is nothing better, nothing more, nothing as satisfying that the thought of food. The fact that when you put a cake of noodles in hot water, they will become soft and edible and you can put almost anything in hot water and it will do the trick. Of course you need to do a little more than boil it for it to be yummy. The love of food comes in two parts, one is to cook good food and the other is to appreciate good food. I don’t think it’s necessary to have both to be fully in love, but they complement each other. And it’s also one of those things that you can never tell, what came first, did people eat good food and then get inspired to cook better, or did they cook well and then fall in love with eating. In my head at least, it’s really confus...