The audacity of french fries
This week’s weird idea
They were the best french fries I’ve ever had in my life. And I’ve had a lot of french fries.
Mari and I drove north of Seattle to La Connor, deep in the heart of Washington’s tulip region. We went for a quick wander of the little waterside town, and decided to duck in to Nell Thorn Waterfront Bistro & Bar. We didn’t know anything about it, but it looked nice and we were hungry. Lunch was great.
And the french fries. Those french fries. Wow. I’m not even going to try to describe them. Just imagine what the perfect fry is for you. That’s what I had. Perfect french fries. Perfect.
Now, I can’t guarantee that you’d have the same experience if you went there. Heck, I don’t even think I’d have the same experience on a second try. Repetition isn’t the point.
The point is, those fries taught me that the world can still astonish me. No matter how “been there, done that, bought the tee shirt” I get, there are still surprising, delightful experiences to be had. I just have to get out, be open, and look.
I wasn’t expecting a transcendent french fry experience. But there it was, waiting for me. What else is still out there?
Have a look
This is such a cool idea: an online carousel of 1 minute views of parks all over the world, shot and submitted by the public. Fascinating, relaxing.
Have a read
I’m glad someone did the math—this is going to be a real money-saver for me.
And keep breathing
Count to 4 in, count to 4 out.
Then, here's this from the painter Vincent van Gogh (via James Clear’s 3-2-1 newsletter.)
"Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, 'What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.'
Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope."
Until we talk again, I remain,
Your pal,
Jamie
