People say there's no such thing as perfect, but I think they just don't understand what perfect it. Perfect, to me, is when the good parts are great, and the bad parts are still good. I've had the perfect spaghetti Bolognese, and I kind of want it again, and I'll find out how. I can make near perfect scrambled eggs, and I can give you the recepe. I know the perfect lasagna exists, and I want it now. I pine a lot, I want it, but right now is one of the few times where I feel empty without it.