The love of my life?

Okay, so we've been dancing around this for too long. It's time we admit to ourselves what we're doing. I've flirted with you for I don't even know how long. I think I've always been more fond of you than I was quite willing to admit. But it's time to lay it all out on the table...shout it from the rooftops. I am deeply in love with...sauce. It really doesn't matter the type: sweet or savory...Asian or French...sauces freaking rule. I am convinced I love French food, even though I haven't sampled much of it, because it almost always involves sauce. Usually a sauce that involves butter and/or cream, but milkfat is a love affair for another day. For a long time I just wrote sauce off as goo...something there solely to disguise badly made food. But I have come to the realization that I do so LOVE goo... red wine and herb, brandy peppercorn, soy...followed by caramel, chocolate, or fruit goo for dessert. One day I'm going to open a restaurant and just call it Sauce. Or maybe Goo. I need to think this over. But let it be known, Sauce (or Goo, as only your most intimate friends call you), from this day forward, that I love you. More even than Carbs. (But don't even get me started on the Carb/Sauce three-way....Poutine, I'm looking at you....)

Surrealism Defined

Your devout Muslim labmate taking out his prayer rug and doing his daily prayers in the lab while Eminem sings "Lose Yourself" on the radio. Surreal... yet not entirely inappropriate...