Every now and then The Missus and I look at each other over a meal or while rambling through cable TV’s Food Network and wonder, Who first thought to do X with this recipe?
Okay, reasonably, I know we’re beneficiaries of tens of thousands of years of trial-and-error. Somebody in a grass or furry loincloth didn’t just suddenly see one of those tan or white or etc. objects appear in a bird’s nest and, out of thin air, conjure up the notion of a three-minute egg, perhaps with sliced white bread alongside and a few strips of bacon. More likely, he or she was thinking along these lines (translation from Primordialese via university-trained Babel Fish):
Jiminy Crickets, but I. Am. Starving. I think I’ll eat the very next thing I can catch — oh, wait, it’s one of those feathery things with the hard pointy noses and attitudes, think I’ll wait and really, no fooling, the next thing I see… Huh? That wasn’t there before! Wow. It doesn’t have any sharp edges at all! It looks like the sun! or the moon! Maybe I should worship it— No, goddammit, I have never been this freaking hungry in my life and this, this is not a god, it is something from a god and it is meant to satisfy my hunger, so I’m just gonna take a little bite to start and—
Gaaaaa! My mouth! My mouth! My mouth is bleeding and ooooh my gummmmmms…!
Something like that, anyhow.
