I just read an article from the latest edition of TIME about eggs. Joel Stein (if you've never read his stuff, you really should because it's hilarious) talks about how more and more restaurants these days are using eggs in dinner foods now, and it comes from the heavy Spanish influence that seems to have currently taken over the trendiest of all trendy restaurants. He also talks about how in European and Asian cuisine, eggs have appeared in dinner foods for awhile, and he goes on to name random things (two of those things happen to be Korean, thank you very much). He goes on to talk about how eggs have been considered not so great for you, especially raw, but now that's changed, blah, blah, blah.

After reading the article, I started to wonder what exactly "American cuisine" is. What has America contributed to the culinary world? Hamburgers? Hot dogs? Those things seem so "ehh..." compared to tapas from Spain, the countless numbers of pasta dishes from Italy and Szechuan anything from China. It seems like everything has been derived from everyone else's cooking. I guess that makes sense since this country was founded on immigrants and it's considered a melting pot. But can't we come up with something a little more sophisticated and complex than buffalo wings?

Andrew and I went to the mountains with Bob and Gretchen for the past couple days. It was really nice after I got over the fact that we were in the mountains where there's pretty much nobody around. I kinda freaked out when we went into the house, and there were no curtains. All the windows were exposed to the outside, even the sliding door that led to the deck from our room. It's not like anyone could really see us or anything (unless they were standing in the woods...and that's just creepy). We basically sat around and ate, drank, played card games and board games, watched movies and such. It was really nice to spend a relaxing couple days with friends. Plus we got to meet Gretchen.

Yesterday on the way back from the mountains, I sort of had this epiphany. I really need to figure out what I want to do with my life for the next couple years, not just for me, but for the people in my life that my decisions will affect. Reality's starting to set in...I'm only getting older no matter how much I want to stay young and without responsibilities. Thinking about 25 makes me want to throw up, but it's not like I can stop that. Sigh...so I guess I'll just have to grow up...damn it...