It's high time my two egos met each other and oficially established the hierarchy so that I stop fearing a serious split personality and solve some headaches. It's already obvious to literally anyone who knows me, that I'm Polish on the outside and British on the inside with the latter one prevailing remarkably. So be it! :)
Nevertheless, I feel like I should perform some thorough self-examination for the sake of my conscience. Don't want to act as a blindly-loving mother, do I? Thus, to be on the safe side I have to consider all the pros and cons and since I'm in the MA-thesis-writing(-and-flying-into-the-rage) mood why not do it in a research-like manner. Let's not get into extremes, however, and leave aside all the variables, between-subjects factors and within-subjects factors etc. which, btw, don't tell me much ;/ It's enough to set up some criteria and the subjects... enough to prove the precedence of my British side over the Polish one :)
Subjects:
In the left corner sad Polish the Weak: a fried egg with a spoon of ketchup, stewed peas and carrot, and a rice cake.
In the right corner cheerful British the Muscleman: two fried eggs with baked beans, and triangle-shaped toasts with margarine.
Criterion number 1: Taste
Well, I am a strange creature who likes peas and carrot and whose stomach is fully satisfied with rice cakes, let alone ketchup ;D
On the other hand, they say that beauty is in simplicity and debauchery hides in white spongy bread (who says that??). The first one makes me feel an ascetic and it dawns on me even Lenten fare is a way richer. The latter one lets me eat life to the full at the very beginning of the day :)
All in all, my taste buds say it's a draw
First round result - 1:1
Criterion number 2: Price
Here, the round gets a bit complex as it involves two more wrestles (wrestles? I didn't say it's wrestling before) - Mr Złoty and Mr Pound, but it makes things easier on the whole. Whichever currency I take or whenever I check an exchange rate, the British side wins irrevocably. You don't know why? Ask all those Poles fleeing Poland.
Second round result - 1:2
Criterion number 3: Health
An orange carrot and green peas are smiling at me from the plate sure of their nutritional values, an egg is still sizzling "looooooow faaaat and muuuuuch prooooootein", and a rice cake is dancing around the plate with such delicacy as if it was promising I can be as light and healthy as he is (how do I know it's he?).
Baked beans are blushing for shame (or maybe it is the sauce??), two eggs fried in deep oil by my personal cook ;* resigned from saying anything - they are tooo fat and full to open their mouths, and triangles wish to pretend they are wholemeal using their brownish colour. Eh!
Third round result - 2:2
Criterion number 4: Overall impression
Eating alone (I won't count my hp in front of me), still hungry after the questionable feast, feeling unfulfilled.
Eating with the love of my life (actually, this one wins everything!), full half way across the plate, feeling satisfied yet with a bit of remorse.
Fourth round result - 2:3
And the winner iiiiiiis... British the Muscleman!
So here we are, I told you :)
I knew it from the start... It couldn't be different. I left my heart there :)
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I know why British the Muscleman won:) Haven't you heard that a blue plate makes you eat without relish:P
Yeap, I've heard it somewhere... but don't you accuse me of cheating ;p
Ohh, I far prefer the Polish dish to the British one, but that's only because I hate beans :( If it wasn't for them, I could think it all over one more time...
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