I got so far behind schedule yesterday that I was forced to combine afternoon tea with a shower. I stopped by the kitchen on my way through and had a quick glance in the pantry; it resembled Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboard. I didn’t have the time to prepare something fresh so I took an ice cream from the freezer and returned to my routine. Other than the time restraints the event was surprisingly enjoyable. I wasn’t expecting it to be unpleasant, but nor was anticipating an exceptional dining experience. I think it was the play on temperatures. I was at home with the comfortable heat of the shower, yet, at the same time, undergoing the shocking cold of an ice cream. It was the perfect interconnected yin and yang experience. Today I tried eating a hotdog in the rain. It just wasn’t the same.