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Happy Pi Day!

Every 14th of March, we commemorate Pi.

A lot of the geeks I know, today eat pie just for the sake of celebrating this nerdy day of the year. Fret not, I have done this
myself before, which is why I know about this tradition… But I had to skip it this years for various reasons which I won’t get into during the blog post.

pi day

For those of you who are not aware of this sacred day, here is some information. Pi is a mathematical constant and since it is an irrational value, it is infinite and has no repetition or pattern whatsoever. It is a very fun holiday for those who celebrate it. I mean, who does not love pi pie? Let me think…. NO ONE! Steak and ale pie, ricotta pie, chicken and mushroom, key lime pie, pumpkin pie, berries pie.. Yum!

Some people also commemorate this day by creating fun videos of themselves or friends reciting a ridiculous amount of digits of pi. Here’s some videos:

Will you celebrate it next year?

Words

Unravel hidden memories…
Disentangle your frustration.
Write down your hopes
as an unencumbered song.

Weave the thoughts
Make them flow nicely
notions will fall into place,
by your magical wand.

The sweetest of words,
the harshest of tones
is what makes us unique,
what makes us all Gods.

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//By Steffi ~ 

Of childhood memories and meat

Last night, it was the first time I have ever seen a video which explains how to butcher a pig. The pig was not alive, do not worry, but the butcher explains and shows you how to best cut the pig into great pieces of meat to cook and to make sausage from.

At first, I was skeptic to watch this. Not because I am afraid of blood or disgusted. I like my meat bloody; medium to rare. The problem is, that when I was young, perhaps five years old, I saw my grandfather killing a rabbit. He had his small rabbit farm; he used to breed them, grow them up and then gives them to his family to eat. I still remember the clunk of the rabbit when it hit the wall, and the squeal which came soon after. It is the one of the first few memories I have as a child and to this day, I rarely eat rabbit. And when I do, I feel the guilt as the memories come back. But the rabbit tastes so divine, that at times it is just so hard to resist.

Those who share my love of food, I would recommend you to watch this video and start to appreciate the art of butchery and the best looking pork cuts I have ever seen.

Break-Free

If you could only see
That we are meant to be,
That what we have is real;
How you make me feel. Continue reading Break-Free