I was walking around Porter square after moving my car after parking once at a mall to get to a holiday party to move my car before Pat's towing got a hold of it. On my way back I passed the New England Culinary Arts school and peeked into the window to see a bunch of future chefs listening to a lecture of some sort. I then walked near the back because I heard some chainsaw sounding noises to find a group of people training to build ice sculptures. It met the key criteria for culinary arts. On my way back home from the car later someone had accidentally spilled a mass of hard spaghetti on the black concrete. It was quite artistic as well.