As a kid, two things I would never hear the end of were the importance of milk and the power of maths. And that is more or less how my life shaped up. I say more or less because I sure evolved into a glutton, but could not evolve into a mathematician. Nonetheless, my fondness for food and maths are alike. Give me a glass of milk, some cookies, a piece of paper, a pencil (yes, I am old school, but I do use Wolfram Alpha and MATLAB at times!) and a sum, I will prosper in life. That is my idea of a utopian society. As assumptions lie at the core of certain mathematical problems, I assumed that the utopian society would let me prosper with the bare minimum.
Limit pi tends to pie (A classic example of convergence, courtesy Wikipedia)-
The mathematical constant pi (π) has a day dedicated annually for its celebration called the Pi Day, which is observed on March 14 (3/14) for obvious reasons (the first three digits of π being 3.14) . The earliest known official celebration in 1988 was organized by physicist Larry Shaw at the San Franscisco Exploratorium, where public marched around one of its circular spaces, followed by consuming fruit pies.
Pi Day is celebrated in many ways including eating pies, throwing pies at each other, discussing the significance of the number pi, due to a pun based on the words “pi” and “pie” being homophones in English, as well as pies tending to be round, and thus related to π.
Weekend Story –
A lazy Saturday, a no-brainer movie that caused a little sulking, and I resorted to food for some comfort. Call it an excuse, call it whatever, the point is – it helps!
To appreciate the divinity of a day old goat curry (or mutton curry as we call it back home), all you have to do is eat! Effortlessly, and without any second thoughts.
And if you are like me, and still craving for more (let’s blame the confused midwest US summer), drink a glass full of milk shake (read elixir) – I made mine with banana, blueberries, and watermelon with a generous amount of whipped cream in it! Please pamper yourself once in a while. All these gorgeous delectables are made to be eaten!
On a Sunday evening, I resorted to writing (yay! my first food post) and in the process lend some purpose to the few hours before Monday (read doomsday). I am eager to write about my thoughts on and experiments with food with a pinch of mathematical flavour.
As a start, I wrote a (melodramatic) poem to express my love for food.