Wednesday, September 30, 2009

Death of a Lean Cuisine

So, tonight will be my last 'Smart Ones' meal. It is truly a sad, sad thing.

I'm capturing every minute of my journey whether happy or sad. Mostly sad because they are so gosh darn easy.

Look how happy they make me:


It appears I'd be a good spokesperson for 'Smart Ones." Maybe a possible future career or night time gig if journalism doesn't work out.

I also thought i'd let the Internet community take a look at my pathetic excuse refrigerator and freezer.

Without further adieu...






And then, of course...I bought something that is definitely NOT kosher.

This would pain my mother and quite possibly break my father's heart.





Yeah. It's the Devil's play food. That's right...cue the ominous music...

Bologna.

HOWEVER, with mustard, it does make for a delicious, quick treat. Well, besides the fact that it contains a mixture of beef, chicken and pork.

Eh.


Until tomorrow's cooking adventure, i'm going to enjoy my "Spaghetti and Meat Sauce."

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Pressed for time

Seeing as how this is my very first blog of the year and about a topic I have never written about, I have a confession.


I am not domesticated in the slightest.

As one's age increases year after year, one thinks that they would obtain characteristics that would qualify them as mature, transitioning them from child to adult. However, I soon learned this ideology is far from true.

As I moved in to my first and very own apartment down in good ol' Athens, Ohio I was left with a predicament more severe than I had first thought.

Classes began, organizations resumed from last Spring and I was left frantic and empty bellied.

Being a self-proclaimed "organization whore" I realized that I involve myself too heavily in everything resembling the usage of the term "extracurricular activity." And like I said previously, this leaves me with little to no time at the end of the evening to cram food into my mouth like a savage while I study Freud's Theory of Evolution or if Playboy is the demise of women's liberation in the United States.

After a long hard day last year, I enjoyed going back to my dorm and strolling into the lovely dining hall, having people basically hand me food at a moment's notice.

No longer do I have the luxury of going to a dining hall on this campus, having a variety of food options at my fingertips. I now go back to my dimly lit 402 B with hunger pangs slowly but surely reminding me of my lack of ability.

My friends laugh. My mother laughs. In fact, everyone I know is somehow astonished that I cannot simply grasp the simple concept of putting cookie dough on a baking sheet. It's not that I am idiot, I can follow directions just fine, but somehow this task that a sixth grader can pull off with ease, I miserably crash and burn.

And this, my friends, is where I start my case. I can't bake cookies. I can't make macaroni and cheese and I can't even make an actual meal...with actual ingredients.

For a twenty-year-old, I think the consensus is that that is a sad, sad thing. And if I want to become the "mature, grown-up" that I think I am, something needs to happen. And it needs to happen fast.

What a perfect assignment and this cannot come at a better time. My mission, if I choose to accept it (and considering this depends on my grade for class, I have to) is to attempt, and I say that loosely, to make a meal that my mother would be proud of and have my friend's mouths wetting with appetite. The name of this blog is "Quick Fix" for a reason. With any college student and human being in general, many of us can't afford to spend hours making and baking. Thus, every meal I make has to be under an hour. Any longer and I couldn't stand myself.

So, Internet community, I challenge myself and you for that matter, to be the best cook we can be.

Get your spatula's ready, your knives sharpened and ingredients prepared.

I'm in it to win it. Well, at least until my next meeting.