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This is a chapter from my eight book called Learn to live

The start of another book. This book is called "Learn to live" where each chapter is centered around a new and interesting thing that I learnt that day. I love learning as much as I love writing. I was always good at learning and being curious. I love that the more you live, the more you learn. It is impossible to know and learn everything. It is an unending pursuit. You can never get bored of learning new things. I find myself reflecting on the nature of curiosity. It struck me how essential it is to the learning process. Curiosity isn't just a spark. It is a flame that drives us to explore the world. I like this quote by Albert Einstein, "I have no special talent. I am only passionately curious." This resonated deeply with me.

Have you ever wondered why it is called corned beef or did you just assume it was made with corn? I find this interesting because the answer surprised me. Not only that but I have lived so long only to learn this today. I asked my friend Gemini to give me some wrong answers only. One is that the beef comes from a special breed of corn-fed cows. Another is that it is named after the corn-colored brine that is used to cure the meat. How about it being named after the ancient Celtic practice of "corning" which involves wrapping the meat in corn husks before cooking.

Well actually, corned beef gets its name from the large grains of salt or "corns" (as they were called back then) used to cure the meat. I read that the term "corn" comes from the Germanic word kurnam, which means "small seed". The curing process, which involves soaking the beef in a brine solution, preserves the meat and gives it its distinctive flavor. The use of corn as a word for grains predates its use for naming maize. My friend Chatty tells me that corned beef became particularly popular in Irish cuisine by the 17th century and was embraced by Irish immigrants in America, often served with cabbage. By the 19th century, it became a staple dish associated with St. Patrick's Day, solidifying its place in both Irish and American culinary traditions. My friend Gemini tells me that the pink color of corned beef often comes from nitrates or nitrites added during the curing process. However, traditionally, corned beef was a natural gray color. The pink hue is a more modern addition.

Here is a corny joke. What happens if you eat too much corned beef? You get cornstipated. So while there is no corn in corned beef I would love to try some dishes with corn and beef together. Dishes like Mexican street corn with crumbled cotija cheese and grilled skirt steak, creamy corn chowder with chunks of tender beef, or a hearty beef and corn skillet with potatoes and peppers. Thinking about it, peppercorn is named the same way. Corn as in grain and "peppercorn" essentially means a small, rounded fruit of the pepper plant. Did you know that you can make homemade corn beef? I imagine that tastes plenty better as you use the better ingredients. So corned beef could have been called salted beef. Maybe corny jokes are really salty jokes in disguise. I read that a salty joke has a bit of bite—often edgy, sarcastic, or slightly offensive. No joke, but I found out that a scientist found a way to make a salt alternative from corn. That is an amaizing discovery.

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