as i sit here on the cusp between life and death... well okay, not really life and death... more like lunch and the final three hours that make up my SIX HOUR Epistles I class, i think of only one thing:

nougat.

i am intrigued by the endless unknowns of this mysterious substance. i think about nougat because i just ate a snickers-with-almonds bar. which, on a side note, is not nearly as good as the regular snickers. i haven't had a real snickers bar in quite some time, but from what i remember, it is a glorious piece of candy that readily melts in your mouth, exploding into a number of different flavors, including luscious milk chocolate, gooey caramel, gourmet peanuts, and... you guessed it... nougat. the snickers-with-almonds bar is just kind of blah... it is drier than the regular snickers bar, due mostly to the fact that it appears to have a higher nougat-to-caramel ratio than it's peanut counterpart. and so i digress...

i would like to discuss the philosophical implications of nougat.

it looks like mousse.
it tastes like... ? i don't know. it has one of those flavors that you cannot quite put your finger on. it is sweet, yet somewhat heavy, but seems to have no other definable characteristics.

i have consulted dictionary.com for help concerning its definition. it says that nougat is a "confection made from a sugar or honey paste into which nuts are mixed."

nougat apparently comes from from the latin word for "pasty white thighs." through the modernization of the english language, we have chosen the word cellulite to replace nougat's actual meaning, thus reserving it for that edible substance found in some candy bars.

this concludes our dialogue on nougat. and concludes my lunch time.