Neil deGrasse Tyson. This is called "Manhattanhenge".
What happens on those days is that the sun positions itself so that you can see it on the east-west streets. It happens in Philadelphia, Toronto, and many other cities, whether it is noticed or not.
The important thing is that your city be laid out in a grid roughly with the compass alignment.
In my case, it has to do with food.
Doesn't everything? I mean food is easy to talk about. We all food. Yum.
Besides, bloggers like to write about recipes. I'll let you in on a secret, it's so easy that it's almost lazy.
And you get to talk about Neil deGrasse Tyson. Because. Just because.
Anyway, I got hungry. I have been doing silly things with food for quite a while. Mixing weird concoctions, putting picture to virtual paper, and writing about that.
Hungry is normal when you have a fast metabolism and are 193 CM tall and just under 100 KG.
That's 6'4" and 223 pounds dripping wet in Freedom Units as they say on various forums.
Lets face it, the economy here is big and we're stubborn. I cook in Metric but measure calories in Ounces because the math(s) is (are) easier.
There. Should keep my friends in Her Brittanic Majesty's Realm happy. We all love a happy Queen Elizabeth, long may she reign.
But I got creative. Frozen food, fast. I can put together a frozen food meal and toss it in a hot oven for 22 minutes, jump in the shower, shave, dress, and the timer on the thing is just starting to make noise for me to pull it out.
Now, here's the trick. This is why ChipHenge or TotHenge is important.
Are you ready?
I'm stubborn. I hate soggy bottoms. Especially on my food.
If you just toss frozen food on a cookie sheet (That's where you cook your biscuits, Mate!) sometimes it crisps, other times it just gets soggy.
Hate that. What fun is a soggy french fry? Crisps should be Crisp. Chips should be chippy. Baked Fish should not be a puddle of mess.
So I stand the stuff up on its side.
As time went on the frozen food stacking got more and more elaborate. I finally realized that this was turning into an obsession. Say it with me...
"Hi! I'm Bill, and I'm A Frozen Food Stacker! A Chiphenge Afficionado!"
It also helps that my name is "Bill W". No really, not for affect.
The neat thing is that if you have a frozen food that is soggy and it is cooked in the air like that you get nice crispy chips, crunchy fish, and something else that sort of rhymes.
Up on end my food goes into nice neat rows just like Center City Philadelphia. The Liberty One and Two towers modeled in Cod. The rows of row houses in South Philly in Tater Tots.
All this so I don't have to heat up a fryer.
Or so I tell myself.
That sound? Yeah, that's my lunch. If you'll excuse me, I have to tear down my model of Manhattan for the noon meal. I'm hungry, but you had to expect that.