At work heated lunch - chicken with a garner in a lava - is sold in the neighboring dining room. We have a foolish SPF oven - with three buttons for different pre-set periods of time - a cup of coffee, a sandwich and something unclear (equal to 3 minutes). I put the longest, and then intuitively turn off when it seems too hot. An employee, also a programmer, asks:
How do you do it? How do you know when to turn off?
I pull with a smile. It is necessary to feel the weight of food, where it has soft, easily heated parts. I need to know the oven. Then, when you hear that it’s too hot for your tongue, you get it.
Do you tell me the way of the Jedi? I thought there was a criterion. The algorithm.
There is an algorithm: Use the Force, Luke!