During my travels over the holiday season I noticed that many of my friends and relatives have installed flat panel TVs in their kitchens. While the idea of having a TV in the kitchen to distract me from thinking while I cook has always been slightly appealing to me, there is no way I'm going to spend money on something that is going to distract me from cooking. I mean, I'm an f--king cook right? Why would I want to pay to forget about an activity that contributes so much to my sense of who I am? Do priests swallow handfuls of valium before they give a sermon? Do sumo wrestlers listen to iPods during a contest? I don't think so.
Still, seeing those TVs reminded me that it would not be a bad idea to include something in my batterie de cuisine not to distract me, but to serve as mild soporific for those moments when I get frazzled by some of the more mundane aspects of cooking (e.g. cutting the stems off of green beans: BORING!). So imagine my delight when my daughter discovered this lava lamp as she was cleaning out her room in order for me to paint it (Ain't I lucky?).
This lava lamp does a better job of calming me down than a bank of flat panel TVs all tuned to Mr. Rodger's neighborhood. It's cool light and silent presentation of an ideal world where a rising big blob of oil gives birth to little blobs that fall and merge into another big blob is just what the doctor ordered for this cook's overactive imagination.