It has been an incredibly tough week, and today is Friday. I have a planning period at the end of the day and I usually have a snack and grade papers or organize for the next lesson or whatever. But this week has been a tough week. And so instead of planning, I went onto the internet and looked at pictures of food. It's very calming. As I was scrolling along, I starting thinking about Baked Alaska. Don't ask me how it popped into my head, I don't know. Maybe it's because I watched the Mythbuster's Alaska Special last night. But the more I thought about it, the more I couldn't decide if it was fish or ice cream. Or fish with ice cream. So I went to Wikipedia.org and checked out Baked Alaska. So technically, I could have picked Baked Alaska for my word, but I did know a little bit about it (it is ice cream by the way) and that is not the moral of my story.
As I was reading about Baked Alaska, I saw this: In 1969, the recently invented microwave oven enabled Hungarian physicist and molecular gastronomist Nicholas Kurti to produce a reverse Baked Alaska (also called a "Frozen Florida")—a frozen shell of meringue filled with hot liquor
Gastronomist?! As soon as I read the word, I knew what it meant. The Great University of They had come up with a name for people who study food. Like an economist of the gastrointestinal system. And Merriam Webster online dictionary proves it. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?
I love words. But in this moment, I am in love with how everything has a name. Just to satisfy my point:
- "interrobang" - the name of the "?!" mark at the end of a rhetorical question
- "tittle" - the point over a lower case "i" or "j" (or a small amount)
- And this, all of this: John Greene on Mental Floss
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