I was in Jamiaca many years ago and there was a bunch of locals fooling around throwing knives into a tree. I was a little drunk and decided to join them. I pulled out my ratchet knife and opened it one handed with a loud “thwack”. I then whipped it behind my back and let loose. I watched, as if in slow motion, as it tumbled towards the tree. It hit, sticking straight out. Not showing my surpise I non-chalantly walked up to tree and removed the knife.
Having established my rep with the local Rastas I never again attempted such a feat.
Monster flavour, of course. (These aren’t mine. Mine look better. No, seriously.)
It’s like a chocolate chip cookie base, but with lots of extra goodies (chocolate chunks, butterscotch or peanut butter chips, coconut, M&Ms, nuts, etc). You’d think there could be no way to mess up a monster cookie, but I’ve tried some awful ones where the cookie base was too hard, too mushy, too bland, etc. Getting the right amount of extra goodies in there, as well as having a pretty good balance of flavours is a nice touch, since you don’t want to be over(or under)whelmed by everything that’s going on. It’s a busy little cookie.
Come to think of it, I make a damn good truffle, too. I did get paid for them a while back, then I stopped making them because I was overwhelmed with orders and just couldn’t keep up. Any flavour someone wanted, I’d make them. They looked like something you’d get out of a candy box, but tasted much better. If I may toot my own horn, here.
I have achieved a score of 18 on Miniputt I after years of failed attempts. (Hole #4 will be the death of me.)
A friend and I talked for years about the possibility of creating a BBQ pie. About a month ago, he did it and called it “the greatest accomplishment of my whole life. Conservative estamates [sic] rate it at the pinnacle of human achievement.” Does that count?
I have perfected the art of enjoying long-distance air travel. 23 hours in the air? Plus the hours actually getting to the airport, hanging around the airport, blah blah blah? Bring it on! No problem! I enjoy every minute.
I believe I have also perfected an art that doesn’t have a nifty name, but I’ll call it ‘Leaving things to the last possible minute but actually getting them done’. It’s the perfect, finely-tuned marriage of laziness/procrastination on the one hand with responsibility/efficiency/conscientiousness on the other.
I have almost perfected the art of god-level punctual dependability. In my entire adult life, I’ve been late for something or kept someone waiting about 4 or 5 times max, and always because of a truly formidable, wretched set of multiple just-rotten-luck coincidences that thwarted my ability to be there on time.
In all other respects, my life is the very opposite of perfection and achievement.