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In 1999, after a couple of years fiddling with that blogging thing on various other people's domains, I thought I had enough things to say to merit my very own corner of this here interweb. In 2007, I suddenly ran out of ammo. Thankfully, that didn't last forever... So, I'm back. Still not dead yet. Like a phoenix from the ashes. Behold.

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August 16, 2006

:: Mmmm.... flavourless.... ::

Bad food is pretty easy to come by these days - on every second corner there's a fast food chain or a Kebab shop selling something the colour and/or texture of which can't be found in nature. It's pervasive, but it's mediocre. And mediocrity is boring, people.

What I find really impressive is food that is superlatively bad in some way - flagrantly stinky with no attendant taste, for instance. Or, more to the point, today's lunch.

Purchased at the office canteen (yes, yes, I should know better, but obviously I don't), it consisted of a few industrial spoonfuls of macaroni and cheese, and a handful of sad-looking leaves of red lettuce. The lettuce was fine - inoffensive and still somewhat crisp, if unnervingly warm. It's the macaroni that I wish to discuss. It looked tasty and comforting - with nice brown bubbly cheese melted on the top and appealing looking specs of what appeared to be some sort of seasoning. And based on the texture, it contains a truly dangerous amount of cheese and possibly cream - I can actually feel my arteries hardening while I eat it. And yet it has no flavour at all. None. It's not that it's underseasoned, or too sweet or needs a pinch of salt. It's that it tastes of exactly nothing. It tastes like it's got texture and that's about it. Which I find remarkable - commendable even. Heart attack on a plate, but stealthily.

That is all.

Posted by Louisa at 1:10 PM