Cake Cutting and Hofstadter’s Law

Hofstadter’s Law: It always takes longer than you expect, even when you take into account Hofstadter’s Law.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hofstadter%27s_law

This applies with me and cake. I always have this problem: when I cut a piece of cake I always wish I had cut it a bit larger, even when I take that into account that at the beginning. No matter how much I think “Better cut it a bit bigger because I always end up wanting more”, I still look at the final piece of cake and find it wanting.

And yes I suppose you could instead say that this is an example of how our brains evolved to never be satisfied, or that this is exemplified by the Buddhist concept of Taṇhā. But for me, I think it is just the two sides in me that instinctual want cake, but intellectually know I shouldn’t have too much.

But is it enough????

But hey, this is Orange and Poppy seed cake. Oranges are good for you, so I think I’ll grab another slice…..

Brown soup, weird dogs, and why my wife is the best

When you are looking for that right person in life, you don’t always know exactly what properties they should have. Sure you have an idea; you want a caring person perhaps, or someone who appreciates the same things that you do. But then further down the line there are other things that you find in your partner, that you never really knew you wanted, but that you will be forever grateful for.

One thing I love about my wife is that she is willing to go out of her way to humour me in some of the strange challenges I occasionally set for her.

Take for instance last night’s soup:

Now, tasty though it was, it isn’t really the best looking soup out there. But believe it or not, that’s kind of the point.

Over the past few months Lizzie has converted me into a soup lover. In the past, soup for me was either vegetable, creamy chicken, or else something relegated to other peoples menu items. It almost definitely came out of a can; needless to say, I wasn’t a soup guy.

Then my wife started making these wonderful concoctions, and things began to change:

Corn Soup; tasty as

Cauliflower and Walnut Soup; for the win!

Suddenly I couldn’t get enough soup. I was taking it to work for days afterwards; I am now a soup guy.

So after all these wonderful, colourful, flavourful meals I gave her a challenge; “Your next soup has to be a black or brown mess!” And thus was the origin of last nights scrumptious french onion soup. #OPDelivers

I knew she would be up for the challenge. After all this is the same woman who, after I informed her that I wanted my next dog to be a weird little thing, managed to find this creature who, is now a loving member of our little family:

So yeah, my wife is pretty awesome.
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