The whirlwind of final papers, presentations, surprise birthday parties, "clearing out the cupboard" dinners and one extremely late night dancing like an undergrad at the Bra train station and suddenly it was March 4th. Last day of class.
Thus Sex and the Salad was born. It might not have been the most originial concept, but the uproarious laughter that marked our planning and filming was a fitting end to the year. From the simple slow chopping building to the final "crunch" and flying tossed salad set to Prince's "Kiss", our faces hurt from grinning.
In the end, if you can't have fun with food studies, what's the point?
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