Ode to a Restaurant
Disclaimer: This is not a sponsored post, although a free sandwich would be nice…
Thinking is hard. Thinking is tiring. Thinking makes me hungry. As a graduate student, I spend much of my day deep in thought, trying to understand convoluted equations, engineer a successful experiment, or daydreaming about skiing down a mountain. The result of this academic brainstorming is a roaring thunderstorm emanating from my stomach by one […]
Greed, Altruism, and Optics
AKA free food and the pizza incident
Part 1: Greed I am easily MIT’s biggest free food fiend. Of course, everyone here loves free food and the Institute always has plenty to give out if you know the right places to look (spoiler alert: usually not the free food mailing lists). While I as a current MIT Technology and Policy Program student […]
Sourdough and the Scientific Method
Exploring the Intersection of Yeast, Experimentation, and Life's Milestones
It was inevitable. I was staring down the barrel of the hardest academic semester of my life and needed an outlet to restore my energy– something to reinvigorate my creativity. The answer floated into my consciousness one fateful October night: Yeast. I think it takes a certain kind of person to become addicted to sourdough. […]
From chore to creative hobby
How a busy grad student can find joy in cooking
We’ve all been there—work drags on longer than expected, protocols need troubleshooting, and by the end of the day, the idea of cooking feels more and more like another chore. Why didn’t I meal prep this Sunday to avoid this current dilemma? Energy levels are low and take-out sounds so good. As a fourth year […]
A scientist’s guide to French macarons
What baking things that I don't actually like eating taught me about the purpose of my PhD
I do not consider myself a baker. I couldn’t tell you the difference between baking soda and baking powder. Do I know the basic ingredients that go into a cake or chocolate chip cookie? No. But do I have a big sweet tooth? Also no. For some inexplicable reason, though, I have become obsessed with […]
