Archive for December, 2007

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 [...]

COOKED: Onion Dal Or Once, Twice, Three Times A Pile Of Dog Barf!

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

So here is a picture of my lentils before they turned into dal. Aren’t they lovely? Don’t they just appear to be fantastic? Stop it. Stop it right now! You know what they will look like, so I’m just showing you before the magic happens. Because really, who wants to see another posted picture of [...]

COOKED: Sweet Potato Hash Or Shh, They’re Like Potatoes… Only… Ah, Well, Only Better.

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

The day before my last three days of school was so nice. I did homework and ate. Oh, wait. That’s all I ever do. Well, hey, then my life is nice! What? Socialize? You kid me. Pffft. What do you call sitting next to people in class huh? Hmm. Subject change real quick. I just [...]

COOKED: Flour Tortillas Or Oh, The Cravings After A 2 And 1/2 Hour Nap

Thursday, December 13th, 2007

That’s right. I took a nap that long. It was amazing. I didn’t even cognize that I was tired, not until I hopped onto my bed to turn on the light next to it. That final Spanish portfolio that’s due tomorrow? Yeah, it’s due tomorrow. I totally had this plan to finish it tonight and [...]

REVIEWED: Falafel "Sandwich" Or Beans Beans Beans Beans Beans

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

Hummus drizzled over falafels? Yes please. Beans drizzled over beans? Yes please. I got this pita sandwich from a semi-new mediterranean deli (aptly named “Mediterranean Deli”) here in Dinkytown. I hope they get business (there weren’t many people there at all), as there are roughly three types of humans in Dinkytown, from what I can [...]

COOKED: Oatmeal Raisin Cookies Or What Champions Are Made Of

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

These were all I ate before I presented like none other has (or ever will) about the history of North Korea. Regardless of what I am, I have always believed these to be a treat of the gods. Including the raisin part. What’s with the oatmeal raisin hate anyway? Sometime in the future I’m going [...]

COOKED: Sweet Potato Chips Or It’s Been Such A Long Time! Take Off Your Skin, Let Me Put It In The Trash Darling!

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

Gotta love the ever versatile tuber. Why, the options are endless! Me? I choose to either fry it chip or french fry style. Maybe, just maybe I’ll try mashed potatoes later! Oh, and can’t forget that hash! I’m being mildly sarcastic here. Can you tell? I need to work on this whole thinking what I’m [...]

COOKED: Noodles and Tomato Sauce Or Dinner: Sexified

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

The tomato sauce is made from fresh tomatoes, expelled of their seeds, cooked in a bit of olive oil with a clove of garlic until they’ve loosened up a bit (uptight little things that they are). After that, a generous portion of greek yogurt is melted in. The noodles were special too, as they were [...]

COOKED: Cranberry Orange Sugar Cookies Or Where Is Lucia?

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

Because I couldn’t possibly be at my place. No! No one would ever expect to find white flour and white sugar at my place. Lucia doesn’t eat those things, she doesn’t cook with those things. Well, did you think I’d talk in third person, too? Surprises, everywhere! Truth be told, I bought those heavenly ingredients [...]

COOKED: Ceasar Salad (And Salmon) Or Mmm, If You Didn’t Want To Kiss Me Before…

Saturday, December 8th, 2007

…God knows you want to now. Garlic and fish breath? Oh, behave. This lettuce was really great though. It wasn’t typical romaine, which I often find to be bitter and watery. If I remember the name I’ll edit this post…check back, my flunkies!

Chow, Lucia
PS By “flunkies” I mean my esteemed readers. Obvs.

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