We also discovered that grilling radishes turns them into turnips. Is there anything you can't do with this magic grill? Also, in case you hadn't noticed from this picture, it was my turn to cook this afternoon.
While a good friend and I were well into the drink a few years back, he lamented over how badly his ex girlfriend cooked. She had good intentions in the kitchen, and generally speaking her execution should have been good, but she burnt everything. He said, "her main problem was that she treated the stove as if it was a binary appliance. I may as well have replaced the knobs with toggle switches for all that she ever used the lower settings."
I've noticed that a lot of people tend to operate in a binary world.
When we were out on the coast earlier this month, Mom casually mentioned at one point that I am much more nuanced than my older brother. She tossed that into a discussion we were having about Dad, and how my older brother really took after him in many respects. Like Dad, my older brother has a very strict black and white view of the world. To him everything is rigidly right or wrong, good or evil, while I tend to see the world in muddier tones.
One of my co-workers had a very similar kind of binary outlook, which led to what ended up being a fairly heated discussion one day. I had run across the street for lunch and brought back some food from one the Chinese Food place in the food court.
Him: I've seen you get food there before. How is their food?
Me: It's... not bad.
Him: So it's good?
Me: No, I don't think I'd go as far as to call it good.
Him: But you just said that it was good.
Me: I did no such thing. I said that it's not bad. It's not particularly good either.
Him: Well if their food is not good, then why do you keep getting it?
Me: Because there's nothing really wrong with it. It's not great food, but it's not bad either.
Him: There, you just said that it's good again.
He just couldn't grasp why I would buy food from that place if I didn't think their food was good. I tried to explain that I purchased food from them not because I thought it was especially delicious, but because there was a lack of better choices. Well, if it's not good then that means it must be bad. Why in the world would I choose to buy bad food?
The discussion went back and forth until he angrily accused me of talking in circles. There was simply no way to sway his view that "not bad" could mean something other than "good". He just couldn't wrap his head around the concept of mediocrity.
Sometimes I wish I had a more binary outlook on life. If nothing else it would make decisions way easier.