I'm sorry, I don't know who you are.
Alright, this is going to be a much lighter post than normal. If you know me at all, you know that I have a very bad memory, like comically bad. If you ask me to bring something anywhere in advance, I will ask you to remind me, not only the day of, but just prior to when I am supposed to be there.
To explain this better, let me tell you a story. I was once invited to a Tuesday night dinner on a Sunday afternoon. If it is not clear enough yet, food is high on my like list, and the person who invited me is a very good cook. Tuesday night rolls around and I decide it is dinner time, so I go and grab myself a nice big order of pad thai from a local restaurant. On my way home, with said pad thai in hand, I receive a call. I hadn't the foggiest reason as to why this person was calling me. I answered and then the horror hit me, I was late for dinner! I was now stuck at a crossroads: do I come clean about forgetting the invitation or forsake the now imposter meal of pad thai and tell them I'm on my way, just running late? I decided that honesty was the best policy and confessed my crime. Luckily for me, the host was not only an amazing cook but also very gracious.
I don't just have one story like that, I have numerous. I have always just had a bad memory. Now lets get on to the title of this post. Yesterday, a friend informed me they knew someone who went to high school with me. Upon inspection of this person's picture it was clear I did not remember them. This has happened literally (used literally) 100s of times at this point. Here is the deal, not only do I have a horrible memory, I sometimes struggle to recall people I worked with last year, let alone went to high school with. But I am also an identical twin. Which means, if you come up to me and inquire as to how I have been since high school, and I don't remember you it is either because: A) I forgot, or B) You are mistaking me for my brother. Now let's add to this equation: my brother and I are two very loud and large individuals, we both look the exact same, and we have very similar sounding names. We are memorable to say the least; sometimes for our less redeeming qualities.
So when people come up to me stating a previous relationship or passing knowledge of me, I will always play along. I will ask them how life has been and reminisce about previous experiences. All while knowing deep down that I have absolutely no know clue as to whom I am presently conversing with. So, if you are forgetful, please know you are not alone. There are at least dozens of us. As now has become custom, here is a new food photo. Let me leave you with my newest step on my quest for a completely homemade ramen. This time I added homemade noodles and upgraded the store bought broth by adding and simmering an oven roasted mirepoix (fancy French culinary word for diced celery, carrots, and onions). Next on the list to complete is from scratch beef stock, but until then feast your eyes! I hope you have a great week!