July 8
Saturday night is a lot quieter around here than you might think.
No hi-jinx, no society raids, no nerd collective hauled to the dean's mansion at 4am over a "misunderstanding". No rival football team animal mascot stolen and hidden in my room.
Just a skeleton crew left behind to make sure there is more than one karaoke act at the Student Union Pub.
I dined like an Irish Lord today!
Guinness and oyster stew with the Og cousins.
It was so good it caused me to wonder - while eating and listening to some terrific stories - about what is the definition of "good food"?
Here's my question:
If we are to measure how good a dish is by the way people eat it, do we determine how fast they eat (as in yummy yummy gimme more) or in how they savour each bite (as in no new food into the maw until all the existing food is gone)?
Trust me, it won't be an easy question to answer, if you bother to take a moment to think about the question at all.
I dallied and tarried and savoured - unlike my usual approach of hunching over the plate and shoveling like a coal man to the furnace.
Regardless, a good time was had by all.
I passed muster and was invited back next week.
At this point I need to pause and thank my parents who taught me to eat with silverware while in public.
The work continues to pile up but in a tiny glimmering way it is starting to make sense.
41 days left
The Pogues "Streams of Whiskey"
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