If there is anything that is more universally wrong (in all the right ways) than choucroute garnie, it is braised choucroute with a roast duck in place of All the PorkTM.
Thought the second:
I'm having a certain degree of difficulty wrapping my head around life after The Troubles. I can probably chalk part of that up to not having any sort of concrete confirmation yet, but there's part of me that's afraid that I won't be able to easily adjust to the sudden lack of a thing that was a defining characteristic in my life for a decade. I just don't know what it means. Today, I find myself wondering if I have the strength to look at this as an opportunity as opposed to just a time to mourn.
Thought the second point one:
I still have no idea what I want to be when I grow up.