After many weeks of contemplation, realization, and acceptance, Arctic Aquarium was concluded to have run its course. The decision had not been an easy one, and spanned many strenuous days and nights. The once dire hope that the sleepy polar bear would stay by my side was replaced with an urge to do the exact opposite: only by being apart could both sides prevent further damage.
- Where one was steadfast, the other was sluggish.
- Where one was pragmatic, the other was sentimental.
- Where one valued efficiency, the other valued harmony.
- Where one was outspoken, the other was cautious.
Tensions amassed, and were untreated in the face of stress and withering energy levels. It was simply just too hard.
Loss of trust ensued, as did loss of joy. The situation grew unhealthy. All came crashing down with a final blow: my straightforwardness. Perhaps we may have left these issues unspoken had I not be upfront in communicating. Perhaps we may not have come to an understanding that growth would be necessary on both sides to progress. Perhaps the outcome would have proved more dramatic had it been left to brew for a longer duration. (Do you wonder, do you wonder, do you wonder like I do?)
The future is boundless though, thus I will not preclude potential in crossing paths again. But for now, Arctic Aquarium Season 1 has come to a close. As for Season 2, it may or may not ever materialize.
Generally speaking, the tuna and salmon chunks were of a decent quantity, while the spring mix and avocado segments fresh. This commentary is not to be confused with freshness of sashimi, however. Crunchy edamame and fried noodles, along with sweet corn kernels and unexpected bits of pineapple, contributed to textural contrast. None of the elements could camouflage the overall blandness of the compilation, however.
It is also worth noting that the grains of brown rice grew inexplicably rigid after a few hours of chilling, and tasted peculiar and sour when microwaved the next day. Since the trend's spike in 2016, passable poke spots are becoming progressively rarer.
Neatly packed into my cooler tote were leftover Pear Galettes for sharing. Truthfully, I hadn't considered the reheating process in great detail: a microwave would render a mushy crust, but would reinstate warmth all the same. Upon my arrival, I was enthralled to discover a three-level toaster oven residing on the kitchen counter.
The proposed plan would seek out three-dollar Thai Iced Tea from Nai Nai in the Village by the Grange food court. Unfortunately, the stall was found closed for a private event upon our arrival.
Unfortunately, increasing the amount of butter did not help my case. While the batter was portioned between 14 cavities instead of my 12-count pant, they didn't bake to the concave cups I had anticipated. Despite upping the amount of liquid fat, the brownies did not become more moist. Rather, they baked quicker and emerged with a somewhat crumbly upper half.