Watching paint dry

Watching the cement harden. Watching the water boil. What to these things have in common? They are mundane, boring things we probably send children to do when we want them out of our hair. Yesterday, I was watching the food network. I frequent this channel, Alton Brown is one of my favorite people ever. However, I hate Rachael Ray. She really bugs me.
Anyhow. I caught the tail end of their first "awards show." Portland, Oregon won for city with the best food, btw. Go Portland. And the Phillie's stadium won for the best ballpark food. Go Phillies. I hate the name of your ballpark, but that is another blog alltogether.
After the show ended, I was sitting at my computer nattering on about something, so the TV stayed where it was. Giada came on. She bothers me a bit, too, but I can ignore her perkiness. However, whatever show this was, had a full segment on barista's, and the art of making a latte. It seems the latest latte craze is that when you finish pouring the milk into the expresso, you jiggle the cup, and make a design in the top. Some guy even made an elephant.
Do we really need designs on top of our coffee?
Yes, this is coming from the girl who is pleased when the bartender puts a shamrock in the foam of my dark beer, but I maintain that thats different. The foam on my beer is asking for it. Its an irish beer, for crying out loud. Did the latte ask for an elephant? What would happen if he put an elephant on top of a full figured woman's latte?
As I continued to watch this, it evolved into the filming of a barista competition for the best design. Someone won 1,000.00 for a rosette on the top of a latte.
So, if I ever need something to do, I don't have to watch the paint dry, the cement harden, or even the water boiling. I can go out and find a latte artist.