Food (not)

Jeff here. The topic of choice for today's post is...food.

Before I delve into the topic of food, I would like to thank anyone who has been sending good thoughts towards me, especially Maeve. Thank you! :-)

Back to my topic. Food. There is a rumor that surrounds every hospital - "Hospital food is poison." Of course, this is a contradictory fact in itself, so I've decided to change the subject.

Apparently it is National Kite Flying Day. On February 9th. Go figure (in South America).

Perhaps I'll go back to food. I once wanted to be a chef. Then I realized how much I like science and music. I no longer want to be a chef.

Cooking, however, is still fun. My dad and I once made a gravy for some chicken we had. I was such a geek (I still am) back then that I wrote an HTML/JavaScript prompt asking for a password. If you typed in the password, the recipe would show up on screen. If you typed in the wrong password, a "fake" recipe would how up on screen.

So. I got bored today. I played around with the code of the blog. See if you can spot the difference. It's a minimal difference that most of you probably won't notice. Now that I've said that, let's add a prize to see who can spot the difference. On your comment, write "The difference is...". Who ever gets it right will be personally congratulated on this blog. Yeah, this is big stuff, isn't it?

Where was I? Oh, right. Cooking. What is the difference between cooking and baking? I could never remember. Hats off to whoever knows.

Is whoever one word or two?

It looks nice outside. If it were warm, I could have a picnic. With myself. Oh, joy.

It seems my train of thought has strayed from "picnic" to "alien abduction" for some reason. I'll babble on about that for a while. Alien abductions...have you heard some of the people who claimed they have been abducted by aliens, or even just seen them? It's really funny sometimes. My personal favorite was when someone said something like "Well, we had a camera and took pictures of the lights coming down from the sky. They beamed up poor Bessy, our cow! We were gonna show it to the news people, but then some creepy guys in gray suits walked out of a car. They came up to us and said 'Give us the film, and never tell anyone what you saw today, with the lights.' They looked all official and stuff, so we gave them the film and promised not to talk of it again." on TV. Perhaps I shouldn't have written that. People in gray suits may come up to my door.

I lost my train of thought. Let me scroll up...oh, right. Food.