when all else fails, make polenta
		So when your day is a wreck and your cat is puking every ten minutes because he ate a piece of tape (he's fine now), and you have some sort of mental block against writing all of three hundred words about Bas van Fraassen's objections to Maxwell's claims regarding the anti-realist's denial of the existense of theoretical entities, and your client drops a "we need this today" project in Korean on your lap, just take a break and make cheesy polenta.  That's what I did.