Where Is It

I thought about something--
an idiosyncrasy, 
a trait observed through a common behavior,
something universal yet with an Asian twist.
How wonderful.
I was cooking and I didn't write it down,
trusting my memory,
disregarding my usual forgetfulness.
Despite numerous evidence to the contrary,
I still believe in my ability, 
especially in the realm of remembrance. 
Now I try to recall what flashed in my mind,
but I can't.
Of course I blame cooking, 
without which I would have written it down.
As usual, I don't blame my own negligence;
as usual, I don't blame my own overconfidence
in my memory;
if I do, I would consider myself 
stubborn, delusional, flawed, 
hopeless of improvement.