I have a buddy at the Cavendish Laboratories in Cambridge who has been persuaded to smuggle thermos flasks of liquid nitrogen out for me.
From the sublime to the ridiculous. My (hopelessly adored) Grandma was a totally useless cook, but she did teach me how to make a small number of things for myself when I was a kid. One of her favourites was an utterly revolting omelette, made with three eggs, a fistful of parsley and a tablespoon of Worcestershire sauce. It is not a delicious thing, but about once every few years, at times of extreme stress, I find myself making one because thinking about her and me making a mess together in the kitchen makes me feel better.
I just had one for lunch. It made me cry (partly because it was awful, but also because I am reminded how much I miss her). I can't wait until this damned computer has launched. I don't feel quite in my right mind at the moment.
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