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.