Why does food taste better when others make them

From The New York Times’ Cooking section:

Why Do Sandwiches Taste Better When Someone Else Makes Them?

When you make your own sandwich, you anticipate its taste as you’re working on it. And when you think of a particular food for a while, you become less hungry for it later. Researchers at Carnegie Mellon University, for example, found that imagining eating M&Ms makes you eat fewer of them. It’s a kind of specific satiation, just as most people find room for dessert when they couldn’t have another bite of their steak. The sandwich that another person prepares is not “preconsumed” in the same way.

Source: New York Times

Haven’t thought of it that way.

There was someone named Sandwich

Just realized that there was someone named Sandwich and is possibly why our sandwiches are called ‘sandwiches’. He is John Montagu, 4th Earl of Sandwich and below is, as always, an excerpt from Lord Sandwich’s Wikipedia entry. While Lord Sandwich himself did not invent sandwich, he provided a nice name for it. I can’t imagine calling ‘sandwiches’ something like ‘kahwees’.

The modern sandwich is possibly named after Lord Sandwich but not invented by him. However, the exact circumstances of the invention are still the subject of debate. A rumor in a contemporary travel book called Tour to London by Pierre Jean Grosley formed the popular myth that bread and meat sustained Lord Sandwich at the gambling table. The sober alternative is provided by Sandwich’s biographer, N.A.M. Rodger, who suggests Sandwich’s commitments to the navy, to politics and the arts mean the first sandwich was more likely to have been consumed at his desk.

It is also possible that Sandwich’s Grisons Republic born brother-in-law, Jerome de Salis, taught him about sandwiches. (Source: Wikipedia)

Lord Sandwich’s incompetence in the Admiralty was said to have undermined the seaworthy efforts in the American Revolutionary War.

Okay, sort of learnt something new today but I better close Wikipedia before Wikipedia consumes me. Hungry after all the reading.

The two persons I thought were mother-daughter actually aren’t!

Ah, this is just craps. And it’s embarrassing that it gotten to this blog. I was having my lunch at the downstairs cafeteria and there is this two people who sells me my pasta and sandwiches.

There is an older lady who’s very nice, she always tries to speak English with me. I always wanted to tell her, “Erm, 其实我会讲华语.” (Erm, actually I know mandarin.)

I couldn’t tell her that sometimes and it would sound like an awful joke if, after one year, I tell her I actually know mandarin and she doesn’t have to struggle with English to me.

And then there’s a younger lady who’s quite pretty. I always thought they’re a family. They look quite similar too. And I finally realized that they’re not.

And guess what? The younger lady is actually the lady boss of the store! The older lady is her worker. Wow, I am really surprised. She’s probably 25 and that’s very young to be the owner of a food stall.

I like pasta.