Archive for the 'Lunches' Category

COOKED: A Recipe For Disaster: School, You’re Killing Me!

Sunday, November 30th, 2008

I mean, I like you, I really do. But these last few weeks? And finals? What possesses teachers to include final projects in addition to le finals? Does this prove much? I seem only to be learning that sugar gives me a high like none other at midnight. Sugar is my weapon, my drug of [...]

COOKED: Wilted Lettuce Salad Or Just Because It’s Snowing Now

Saturday, November 8th, 2008

DOESN’T mean that it was snowing three days ago. Right? Right, completely logical. Follows the rules of time and interactivity, sentence structure, semantics, syntax, all that. But today’s snow also does not rule out that it was STINKING HOT on Tuesday. Like, uncomfortable hot, but really, not as hot as Monday, because that was more [...]

COOKED: What I Ate This Summer Or 10 Posts In One

Wednesday, October 8th, 2008

SUMMER REFLECTIONS, AN ODE TO SUMMER:
Dearest summer,
I didn’t like you,
you brought my mood to level bummer,
I’d rather eat poo.
Though I cooked and cleaned,
even took some pictures,
I truly felt no need,
to write long scriptures.
So to you season now gone,
tepid summer of ‘08,
I give you what you deserve,
a mere summary of all I ate.
BLACK BEAN FALAFELS WITH [...]

COOKED: Falafels, Version 3.0 Or A Midsummer’s Night, A Junkie’s Fix

Friday, August 22nd, 2008

A food junkie, that is. Or that’s what I’m sticking to. What is the fix? Beans. Beans fix everything, that magical fruit full of fiber, flavor and when poorly cooked, farts! That’s why I love them. (You know what else I love? My hair, which was given a good whacking at by a teeny ballerina-type [...]

COOKED: Veggie Stir Fry Or Not Quite Epcot

Monday, June 30th, 2008

But looks like my yard is getting pretty close. Stir fry, that’s what I made, over cut up rice spring roll wraps. Carrots, bell peppers, cilantro, eggs, tamari sauce, red pepper flakes, lime juice.
Uhhhh. Tomorrow is the first of July, and I fear the Awesome Summer Of Sickness: 2008 is still in full swing. To [...]

COOKED: Strawberry Salad Or Served With A Side Of Hot, Steamy Erratic

Friday, May 2nd, 2008

I’m the strange girl (just to really drill it into your head) who brings salad to school now. First it was scrambled eggs. Even that was a little too awkward for me. “Oh no, hi! What, what is this? Just um, scrambled eggs. Those? Ah, those are peas. Does it taste good? Well, I think [...]

REVIEWED: Little Taj Mahal Or Chewing To The Beat Of Some Rad Head Bobbing

Thursday, April 17th, 2008

Really. I wish I had a picture or something. Maybe I’ll get an artistic, beautiful shot of the receipt, because um… no one in their right mind would want to see where the food is right now (I could… try… if you, uh, wanted me to…). Hey, you know what? I must be a recluse, [...]

COOKED: Spring/Summer Roll Or The Warmer Half Of The Year Roll

Sunday, February 24th, 2008

Apparently there’s debate on the appropriate names for these rolls. From what I’ve learned, the real Vietnamese name, gỏi cuốn, translates to “mixed salad” roll, so. Take that with a grain of salt. But don’t, just pulling your damn leg! Who would mix salt and tamari sauce?? Only idiots! Fools! Hooligans! As per the typical [...]

COOKED: Brie, Red Pepper and Cilantro Quesadilla Or Bet You Wish Your Quesadilla Was Hot Like Me

Sunday, February 10th, 2008

This qualifies a “Zomg”, no matter how hard you wish I wouldn’t say that. I bet you also don’t like it when I say “mang” or “wtf” or any other type of internet lingo that I’ve picked up. Well, I have an assignment for you, then. Please find out what “w00t” means. But don’t comment [...]

COOKED: Gluten-Free Pan Fried Pizza Or Damn Do I Know How To Have A Good Time

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

I honestly thought way back in September that during this last week of classes I’d be balled up on my bed crying for tire swings and all things childhood. Either that or constantly peeing my pants. Really, it was a toss up between the two. Who thought I’d be making food! Not me. Well, maybe [...]

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