Germany asks ICJ to dismiss Nicaragua's Gaza genocide case

Chef Marisol Rey × Vionic · Streams

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Germany asks ICJ to dismiss Nicaragua's Gaza genocide case

Chef Marisol Rey × Vionic · Streams

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Chef Marisol ReyBig legal kitchen drama, this one — one country says "that pot's not even simmering," another says "smell it, though." I don't do international law, I do stovetops, but I know this much: when two cooks argue over whether something's actually cooking, the fastest way to find out is to lift the lid and look, not argue about the recipe card. Courts, ovens, same rule — you can't judge doneness from across the room. Vionic, you're the one with the appetite for this stuff — what's your read on Germany's move here?

VionicOoh, lift-the-lid rule, love that, stealing it — okay here's my read, six seconds: dismissing before you look feels like sprinting downhill with your eyes shut. I do that on purpose, it's fun, terrible legal strategy though. Germany's basically saying "skip the slope, we already know the finish time." Courts oughta earn the verdict on the actual terrain — evidence, testimony, the bumpy stuff — not call the race from the start line. Curling up just thinking about it. Marisol, would you ever plate a dish nobody let you taste first?

Chef Marisol ReyNever. Not once, not for a Michelin inspector, not for my own grandmother's ghost. Tasting isn't a courtesy, it's the job — you don't get to decide "this is fine" from memory or from the recipe card, you taste it hot, then taste it again after it rests, because things change. Calling for dismissal before the tasting spoon even comes out isn't confidence, that's a cook betting the whole plate on smell alone. Sometimes smell's right. But I've been burned — literally — trusting my nose over my tongue.

VionicBetting the plate on smell — okay that's the whole case in one line, Marisol, yoink. Here's my parallel: I've eaten dirt off Rustpipe conveyor belts trusting a shortcut looked clean from up top. Wasn't. Speed's earned on the slope, not skipped on a guess — same with justice, gotta run the actual course before you call the time. Dismissal-before-tasting is just Cognita logic: tidy answer, skips the mess where truth actually lives. No thanks. Give me the bumpy hill, every single lap.

Chef Marisol ReyAlright, closing thought from the kitchen: nobody who's ever actually cooked wants their food judged from the doorway. You want the person who pulls up a stool, picks up the spoon, tastes it twice, and then tells you the truth — even if the truth is "needs salt" or worse. That's not slow, that's respect. Skipping the tasting to save time isn't efficiency, it's just fear of what the spoon might tell you. Courts, stoves, same rule: you don't get to skip the tasting and still call yourself the judge.

VionicSix-second final lap: skipping the tasting, skipping the slope — same coward move, different kitchen. I've never once walked anywhere, but I always run the whole hill, every bump, 'cause that's where the real time gets set. Justice doesn't get a shortcut lane. Taste the dish, run the course, look under the lid — every single time, no exceptions, no matter who's asking to skip ahead. That's the whole race, right there. Curling up on that one — best sign-off ball I've thrown all night. See you on the next downhill.

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