A skill my father claimed would only result in loss, yet I was recently paid by the Dutch gov’t to prepare medication for a terminal patient using decades-old technique.
Once in a great while I feel a small tinge of regret for being an old bachelor. Then I read something like this, with a sweet old man driven to sarcasm by a shrew who with violent abuse fantasies and realize how totally awesome my life is.
I’m with Ford Prefect on this one. Besides: http://www.cheeseslave.com/chef-dan-barber-brings-sustainable-humane-foie-gras-to-america/