Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth of July

Hiya eaters!

Long time so talk. How are you?

I’m…bleh. Leon and I got home from our Virginia Beach vacation last night and I’m feeling a little lazy and unmotivated. Oh well, I guess that’s what happens after a short vacation.

And since that laziness extends all the way to my blogging, I figured I’d just do a photo-dump. Also, I totally blanked on taking photos of most things, so this is the best I can do.

Car selfless with Charlie on the way up to Virginia Beach.

Car selfless with Charlie on the way up to Virginia Beach.

He's rejecting my love.

He’s rejecting my love.

This really is #nofilter.

This really is #nofilter.

We're making the same face!

We’re making the same face!

(Insert all the pictures that I didn’t take on the 4th.)

On Friday it was Leon's birthday, so we went out to dinner at Chick's Oyster Bar.

On Friday it was Leon’s birthday, so we went out to dinner at Chick’s Oyster Bar.

I ate two, which brings my lifetime raw oyster count up to three.

I ate two, which brings my lifetime raw oyster count up to three.

I love crab cakes!

I love crab cakes!

Leon requested apple pie for dessert.

Leon requested apple pie for dessert.

On Saturday we went for a family walk down by the water.

On Saturday we went for a family walk down by the water.

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Charlie and Papa's dog, Toby, were exhausted after we made them exercise so much.

Charlie and Papa’s dog, Toby, were exhausted after we made them exercise so much.

An interesting, almost champagne-y beer to round out the weekend.

An interesting, almost champagne-y beer to round out the weekend.

Your turn, eaters:

What did you do this weekend?

What’s your favorite kind of seafood?

Later eaters!

Fun Facts

Helloooooo eaters!

So I’m going a little crazy right now. I just can’t wait for my vacation.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeee!

And now that song “Vacation” by The Go-Go’s is going through my head, except I’m envisioning it from that episode of the Rugrats.

Anyway, since I’m more than a little slap-happy I’m not going to even try to come up with a coherent post. Instead, here’s some fun facts about my life right now.

Bloopers.

Bloopers.

1) I took 20 photos of my feet to get that one picture I used in my post last night.

2) Yesterday I did my first ever all rope climb, un-scaled WOD. It was 5 rounds of 20 wall balls with a 10 lbs ball to a 10’ target and 2 rope climbs. It wasn’t pretty, and I have the torn up hands and rope burn on the inside of my thighs to prove it, but it was a nice milestone. (And one of my goals for this year of Crossfit.)

3) I ended up going back to Harris Teeter and getting another free 6-pk of Zevia soda, this time ginger root beer.

4) I now drink a can of Zevia about every other day. I’m really not thrilled with the habit, but I rationalize it by saving that since it’s sweetened with stevia, not sugar or high fructose corn syrup, it’s not as bad. And since it’s so hot, I’ll take any kind of hydration I can get.

Third batch a-brewin'.

Third batch a-brewin’.

5) Today I bottled my second batch of homemade kombucha of the season. I love ‘buch, not to mention all of its amazing health benefits. And I especially love how refreshing it is on a hot summer day (or the morning after some drinking).

6) My brother and I were HUGE Rugrats fans when we were younger. Whenever it came on TV we used to yell, “Code red!”

A little blitzier than I would normally go for, but I was feeling it.

A little blitzier than I would normally go for, but I was feeling it.

7) I bought a new bathing suit! I haven’t bought a new one in a solid two years and I can’t wait to wear it.

Wheeeeeeeeeeee!

Your turn, eaters:

What do you drink when you’re sick of water?

What was your favorite TV show when you were a kid?

Later eaters!

Super Double Couponing

Hi eaters!

It’s Thursday, which means it is exactly a week until my vacation!

Leon and I are throwing Charlie and all of our dirty laundry into the car and heading to Virginia Beach to see Papa and Co for the 4th. I’m so freaking excited!

It’s going to be a week of walks on the beach, beer on the beach, trying to keep Charlie from eating dead things on the beach, beach, beach, beach.

I even bought a new bikini for the occasion, which is something I haven’t done in a good two years.

But enough about my vacation. Let’s talk coupons.

Last week I told you all about my couponing habits. And while this is absolutely not going to turn into a couponing blog, I do want to show you my latest couponing haul. Think of it like a motivational picture.

This week is Super Double Week for certain Harris Teeter stores. That means that Teeter will double all coupons that are worth up to $2, whereas they regularly only double coupons up to $0.99.

Obviously, this is a huge deal in the coupon world. Such a huge deal, in fact, that there were posts on couponing websites for days before about the “rumors” of a Super Double week.

(Nerd alert.)

Here’s my haul:

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3 6-pks Zevia soda, 2 packages Spam singles, Reynolds foil baking cups, Folders Gourmet coffee, 2 bags Community coffee, 2 bottles French’s Dijon mustard, 2 jars Vlasic dill pickles, Snausages, 2 tubs Wholly Salsa, avocado, 2 cans Dr. Scholl’s foot spray.

I did not pay full price for a single thing, which was awesome. And even more awesome was that I got a good amount of it for free.

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The soda, pickles, Spam, and cupcake wrappers were all free! Free! FREE!

Free is, without a doubt, my favorite. And thanks to all those free things, I came out pretty damn well.

Total retail value: $83.41

Total after coupons: $26.16

That may not seem like a noteworthy amount, but it is. And here’s why:

1) I’m a simple couponer, not an extreme couponer, so any savings over 40% is pretty amazing.

2) I only bought things that I would have bought anyway.

3) I didn’t have a coupon for the avocado (but it was on sale) and the odor spray wasn’t a great deal, but I needed those things and, since there’s no wrong way to coupon or save money, I did it anyway.

4) Teeter only doubles 3 of the same coupons and 20 coupons total per household per day, so I could have gotten more and saved more (including another free 6-pk of soda) were it not for those rules. I might go back and use more coupons to get more deals. But there is my first go around.

So with all that being said: woohoooooo, I saved 69%!

And I have a lot of FREE Black Cherry Zevia soda, so I can keep making fizzy, jazzy smoothies.

Your turn, eaters:

Have I turned you into coupon converts yet?

What’s one thing you wish you could get for free?

Later eaters!

Beautiful Mess, Birthday

Hello eaters!

How are you doing?

It’s Friday, which means it’s the weekend and that’s good. Also, it’s my birthday. And that’s nice, too.

So tonight I’m giving you a big, wordy, lifecasting post, because birthdays are always a good time for posts like that and because I’ve been promising to stop being so cryptic about my work situation. So here goes.

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Right now my life is kind of a mess. A beautiful mess. But a mess nonetheless.

I graduated about a month ago. I quit my retail job and my last day is Saturday. I got a job doing HR in an office. The new job isn’t full-time and it doesn’t pay all the bills, but I’m optimistic. I’m working 6 days this week.

Almost all of my friends have left town. I have a few school friends left, but they’re still living such college lives and I’m living such a I-can’t-go-out-drinking-on-a-Tuesday-because-I’m-old-and-boring-and-I-have-to-get-up-early life that we rarely see each other. I don’t know how to make adult friends. (If you live around me, please be my friend.)

I need a vacation in a way that I’ve never experienced before. My house needs to be cleaned in an almost embarrassing way. (I would invite you over so we could be friends, but you wouldn’t want to hang out again when you saw how much junk I have on my kitchen table.) I’m in this weird place where, for some reason, I’m not overly worried about paying the bills once my savings run out. Leon and I are really very happy. I’m struggling to work on expanding my thesis, but I’m sure that’ll come together soon. I’ve even started looking into going to a couple of creative writing conferences.

I’m in a much better place with regards to not feeling like a loser at Crossfit for not being the strongest or the fastest or the best at anything. I have taken a yoga class and am planning on taking more. I don’t know how to describe my diet, except to say that I eat foods often. My jalapenos are ripe and my tomatoes are turning red.

So like I said, there are a ton of balls up in the air and a lot of things I’m really unsure of. I should probably be working on figuring out those things and making moves for my future. I should probably be stressed.

But right now I really don’t want to be stressed. I want to be happy. I want to enjoy my summer and the feeling of accomplishment I have from getting something that resembles an adult job. I want to revel in this time of being underemployed before I spend the next forty years working all day, everyday. I want to focus on figuring out what all I’m going to fill my time with now that it’s not filled with homework. I want to keep counting down the days until my vacation.

So there you have it: my beautiful mess of a life as an underemployed, 22 year old, recent college graduate who is in search of friends that like to go to bed early and don’t mind a mess.

And in keeping with tradition, to give you a soundtrack for the year in between birthdays, this year’s song is Ain’t No Rest for the Wicked, by Cage the Elephant.

And the bonus tracks are this cool Baz Luhrmann song, You Are Free, and the Bob Ross Remix, of course. Because everyone could use some happy little clouds.

Your turn, eaters:

How do you feel about your life right now?

When’s your birthday?

Later eaters!

Charlie’s 2nd Birthday

Hello eaters!

It’s been a fantastic day for so many reasons, not the least of which that I absolutely needed a day off and I took a yoga class for the first time since I broke up with Bikram.

The real reason that today was so great, though, was because it’s Charlie’s birthday!

Yes, my sweet baby puppy is two years old. We’ve had him for about thirteen months and I want to write an entire post about what’s changed since getting a dog (because I think choosing to get a pet is a huge decision that shouldn’t be taken lightly), but today all I want to talk about is how freaking cute Charlie is. And how happy he looks all the time.

Because he’s the happiest, cutest dog in the world.

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We started the day off by letting Charlie cuddle between Leon and I this morning, which is his favorite thing ever. Every time he gets in bed he tries to get in between us and then I have to shoo him over to the other side of me, so letting him roll around between us was a huge thing.

The real excitement didn’t start until after I got home from yoga when Leon and I decided to walk down to Best Way for beer. It’s about a mile each way and Charlie loved the exercise and the chance to sniff pee he doesn’t get to sniff everyday.

After a quick break inside to cool down in front of the fan, we all headed to the yard.

Grilled cheese on the side with some grilled bread.

Grilled cheese on the side with some grilled bread.

Leon grilled some pineapple and ham (leftover and frozen from Easter) kebabs. And Charlie got his first present.

Kong Air squeaky toy. The best ever.

Kong Air squeaky toy. The best ever.

Dog owners, get this toy for your dog. It’s made by Kong, so it’s pretty much indestructible. And it’s a squeaky toy with an on-off switch, for when the squeaking gets annoying. How awesome is that?!?!

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Charlie loved it.

After kebabs and beer, it was time for cake.

Banana and peanut butter pup cake.

Banana and peanut butter pup cake.

Please excuse the sloppy icing. It was hot and the icing didn’t turn out quite right. But who cares, because this banana cake/bread with peanut butter icing was delicious. (I’ll post the cake/bread recipe soon.)

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And Charlie, after demonstrating his only trick of staying until we tell him to eat, loved it.

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He licked it a few times and then proceeded to eat the whole damn slice in one bite.

How many bites does it take to eat a slice of cake?

How many bites does it take to eat a slice of cake?

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One bite.

One bite.

It wasn’t graceful or polite, but it was gone in a flash. And then he wondered where it went.

Where'd it go, you guys?

Where’d it go, you guys?

Once we all finished our cake, we went inside for presents. Leon thought it would be funny to wrap all Charlie’s presents in newspaper.

As to be expected, Charlie was a little afraid of it. He sniffed it a few times, but made no moves to get into it.

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Leon flipped the bundle over and Charlie was…still a little scared. (He’s a huge scared-y cat.)

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Eventually, after several tries, he was able to overcome his fear of the newspaper enough to retrieve the cheese and bacon stuffed bone.

And then he was gone.

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Seriously, he carried the bone off into his room and just now, two hours later, he emerged for the first time. It’s hilarious.

So all in all, I’m pretty sure Charlie has had the best birthday ever. And of course, he doesn’t understand what a birthday is or why we’re being extra nice to him today, so he’s probably a bit confused. But he’s also very very happy, which makes me very happy.

What do you think, eaters:

Do you throw your pets birthday parties?

What’s the best birthday present you’ve ever gotten?

Later eaters!

Productive Sunday

‘Ello eaters!

How are you doing? Anything new in your life? Anything exciting to tell me about?

I’d love to know.

I’d especially love to know right now because there’s nothing too terribly exciting going on in my life. The most exciting thing in my life is that I’m figuring out how my time off will go.

Ya see eaters, I recently started a new job (which I will tell you about…on June 23, I promise) and my schedule is a little odd. I get Sundays and Tuesdays off and work the rest of the week.

It’s a little weird, but I don’t mind and I’ll probably/hopefully savor my time off more.

I certainly made the post of my day off this go around.

I thought the day was going to be more lazy and relaxing, because Leon made me breakfast in bed — French toast waffles! — and we lounged around until noon. But when we did get our butts up, we got a ton done.

Leon and I went to Macy’s, Belk’s, and Old Navy to do a few returns and to look for a pair of khakis for him and a watch for me. We didn’t have luck on either.

From there we went to T J Maxx so I could return some shorts. I ended up spending almost all the money I got from my return on a dog toy (for Charlie’s birthday next week!), some habanera ketchup, and a new shower curtain.

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Nothing too terribly exciting, but some of those returns had been hanging over my head since April, so it felt great to finally get it done. And our shower curtain was too gross for pictures.

And while I was browsing home goods at T J Maxx Leon swung by Lowes and picked up a small can of white latex paint and a can of spray-on sealant.

Ya see eaters, when we first moved in we painted some of our furniture, including our bright yellow kitchen prep table, with acrylic paint. That turned out to be a pretty dumb move because acrylic comes off with water.

Kinda gross, right?

Kinda gross, right?

So over the year our pretty yellow table has gotten stained and peeled and it was looking pretty rough. But a few coats of paint and a few sprays of sealant later…it looks just as bright as the day we painted it last summer.

Much better.

Much better.

And in between coats on the prep table I got to work on painting another table.

Leon picked up this side table off the side of the road and it’s been sitting in the corner of the dining room, acting as a kind of mini buffet ever since. After a few months of looking at it in all its scuffed and poorly stained glory, I decided to paint it white. More importantly, I decided to paint it white with latex paint so I don’t have to worry about it peeling and staining when we put food on it.

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I still have another coat to paint and then I’ll live with it a bit longer, but I’m thinking that I might paint all the bevels a medium gray. Something similar to this dresser.

Side note — Once I finish a few more house projects I’ll do a post because I want to show off.

Then, after an easy dinner of grilled chicken and vegetable kabobs, I went out on a couponing trip.

Couponing at Walgreens.

Couponing at Walgreens.

My haul wasn’t spectacular, but it was pretty great and I am going to do a post about that tomorrow.

So finally, at 10pm, I got home from the store and crawled into bed. The day was exhaustingly productive and I loved it.

But I’m pretty sure that I’m going to love my lazy Sundays and my Sundays full of friends and fun just as much.

It’ll be a trade off, I’m sure.

Your turn, eaters:

Do you like to spend your days off with friends, being lazy, or getting things done?

Do you return purchases to stores or only buy what you’re sure you’ll love?

Later eaters!

Weekend at Home

G’day eaters!

Leon and I got home yesterday from an amazing three-night trip to Georgia (A.K.A The Dirty Dirty).

For those of you who are new around here, I grew up in Macon, Georgia and my mom and a few of my friends still live there.

Leon and I drove down on Friday morning to spend the weekend. My Mom got back from a two-week business trip to China on Friday. My brother, Brady, had a triathlon on Saturday morning. And Brady and I talked Mom into having a graduation party for us on Saturday night. (And I needed to have my yearly mole check with my dermatologist on Monday, which I’ll talk about Thursday.)

Happy road trip puppy.

Happy road trip puppy.

Needless to say, I was pretty jazzed to take a trip home.

We had a low-key night on Friday. I made tacos and Charlie ran around like an idiot in the free air of Mom’s giant backyard.

On Saturday we got up supah early to watch Brady race.

Pre-race warm up.

Pre-race warm up.

Off and running.

Off and running.

Leaving it all on the course.

Leaving it all on the course.

He did great and finished 3rd overall.

Post-race.

Post-race.

Post-race.

Post-race.

And then Leon hopped behind the beer tent to pour Brady a beer.

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‘murica.

After the race we napped and then I went into party planning mode.

I got 5lbs of pulled pork barbecue, 2 qts of Brunswick stew, a keg of Bud Lite, and made a few simple cold salads.

A small bunch of people came over, including my friend from college, Liz, who works in Atlanta now, and my best friend from high school, Coco, who just moved back to Georgia on Saturday after spending a semester working at Disney World. Plus some people who have known me since I was probably about five.

Coco and Leon.

Coco and Leon.

It was a great time, I didn’t take a single picture, and we barely made a dent in the keg, despite our best attempts.

Sunday morning started slow and then Coco came over, we did a little shopping, and then Sunday Funday happened.

Leftovers are awesome!

Leftovers are the best-overs.

We had a ton of leftovers (and leftover beer) so we sat around, watched bad movies on TV, and ate and ate and ate and drank while it rained like crazy outside.

It was awesome. (And I think I ate a pound of pork by myself.)

Brady cracks himself up.

Brady cracks himself up.

Seriously.

Seriously.

And on Monday we drove home.

Now I’m gearing up for my work week, which started today and ends…eventually. Hopefully I’ll find some time in there to make it to the grocery store.

Your turn, eaters:

Does a weekend at home sound like a vacation to you?

What’s your idea of a good way to spend a rainy day?

Later eaters!

Graduation Snapshots

Hellooooooo eaters!

I’ve been MIA lately and for that I’m sorry.

I’ve missed you lots, I promise.

But I graduated college yesterday, so I’m back.

After a few weeks of running around to tie up loose ends, a night of worrying about whether or not I passed one stupid class, an hour of defending my thesis, and a weekend of celebrating, I have finished college.

And it feels pretty good, I think.

Honestly, though, I don’t know. I’m still stuffed and reeling from everything that happened so quickly over the last couple of days. So while I try to process things and figure out my next step, here’s a handful of pictures from the last few days.

My new wreath, because it's tacky to have the same wreath up from Thanksgiving.

My new wreath, because it’s tacky to have the same wreath up from Thanksgiving.

Going into my second hour of standing on line to walk into graduation.

Going into my second hour of standing on line to walk into graduation.

They can't take it back now.

They can’t take it back now. #HireMe

Mother and brother.

Mother and brother.

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I’m in love with my dress.

And I'm in love with him.

And I’m in love with him.

My mom's boyfriend upon hearing that my camera was one the wrong setting so none of his pictures came out.

My mom’s boyfriend upon hearing that my camera was one the wrong setting so none of his pictures came out.

My sister at dinner.

My sister at dinner.

An amazingly tender steak from Print Works Bistro in Greensboro.

An amazingly tender steak from Print Works Bistro in Greensboro.

I'm in love with the shape of this martini glass. So feminine and refined. The martini wasn't half bad, either.

I’m in love with the shape of this martini glass. So feminine and refined. The martini wasn’t half bad, either.

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After two dinners out and a lunch at my house, my fridge is packed to the gills with delicious leftovers.

A well deserved afternoon relaxing with my pup.

A well deserved afternoon relaxing with my pup.

Your turn, eaters:

What did you get up to this afternoon?

Do you take leftovers from restaurants or is that tacky to you?

Later eaters!

PS — I’m coming back to blogging. Expect to see at least 4 posts a week from me.

Champagne Optimism

Hiya eaters!

I’m popping in supah fast before I leave on a very important errand.

Last night, on my way home from school, I bought two mini bottles of champagne*.champagne1

I recently read a post on Emily’s blog, Cupcakes and Cashmere, that you should always have a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge for impromptu celebrations. Not only does that advice make sense because it seems impossible to find a moderately priced bottle of champagne in the chilled case at the grocery store and nothing ruins an impromptu celebration like having to wait for the champagne to chill, but it always says something about the kind of person you are.

It says: I’m an optimist. I’m constantly expecting something good and celebration-worthy to happen to me or to someone I love. I like to stretch the parameters of what is celebration-worthy and celebrate even small victories.

That’s a lot from a bottle of bubbly in the fridge, right?

Maybe. But I love every bit of it.

And as my life inches closer and closer to being entirely uncertain — college graduation, finding a job, maybe moving — I think I love it even more.

Things are going to be crazy for me these next few months, and more than a little trying. So as I go into this next chapter in my life I am making a conscious choice to be the kind of person that always keeps a bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge.

And I’m going to start being that person tonight, because today I’m driving to Charlotte for a second interview with a company. The interview is all day and I’ve got no idea what to expect or how well I’m going to do. But even if I completely crash and burn today, I’m going to come home tonight and drink a mini bottle of champagne with Leon to celebrate that I did it, that I gained some valuable experience, and that I’m making moves for the future.

And if I also happen to be celebrating that I got a job offer, all the better.

Your turn, eaters:

How are you choosing to be optimistic lately?

How’s your life going in general?

Later eaters!

*Yes, I realize that what I bought is technically Prosecco because 1) champagne can only come from the Champagne region of France, and 2) it’s Italian sparkling wine, but I will always and forever call sparkling wine champagne because I want to.

Thesis Eggs

Holy mole-y, eaters!

I just finished my thesis. My 106-page, sweat, tears, and butter-filled work of foodie, neurotic passion is done.

Last night I edited out the last typos and checked all the margins and now I’m done. It’s bizarre that this thing that I’ve been thinking about and scratching out for almost a year now is finally complete. It feels too easy.

And since I know that I have been dangling this vague project in front of you for months, peppering my posts with off-handed references and talk of my “thesis recipes,” I have decided to give you a little taste of what has consumed so much of my time for months.

This is the first story in my thesis. Please excuse me if this is self-indulgent of me. If you’re not interested, check back on Wednesday when I will actually be doing a WIAW.

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“What if I don’t make it,” I often asked myself in the days after I graduated high school, when graduation and getting into college were no longer gleaming gems floating over my head like in a video game.

“What if I screw up? What if I can’t do it? What if… What if… What if… What if…”

All the probable, improbable, awkward, terrifying, and fantastical possibilities that could/would become the life I was creating for myself in that 11’ by 10’ off-white cinderblock dorm room that I would share with one other girl who I’d never met, circled in my head like water that won’t go down a drain. No number of self-help, college survival books that I read while trying to fill that last, hot, endless summer gave me answers to sink my teeth into.

“Be outgoing.” “Don’t steal your roommate’s food and confront them if they steal yours.” “Join clubs.” “Take whatever classes interest you.” “Don’t feel bad if you don’t know your major the first day.”

All of it rang more phony and cheap than the Ramen noodles they encouraged me to buy by the boxful.

I wanted to know that I was going to be okay. I wanted to know that this new life that I had purposely chosen to make so far away from everyone and every thing I had ever known was going to be a good one. I wanted to know that I wouldn’t look back on College — that weighty and oft-recalled time in so many people’s lives — and regret anything, while also not looking back and thinking they were the best days of my life.

I wanted to know.

But I didn’t, so I set about preparing myself for everything that could happen by buying a wireless printer and a new backpack with lots of pockets and a duvet cover that matched the little rugs I bought and several eclectic-looking plates and bowls and a rice cooker and a decorative trunk for my shoes and and and and and and and. Until I was sure not a single thing else could fit in my half of the 10’ by 11’ off-white cinderblock room that I was going to be sharing with another girl that I’d never met, who ended up bringing a black light and a chair and few other things.

Somewhere between buying two sets of cream colored twin extra long sheet sets and picking out the extra large mini-fridge, I started to know I knew something.

I knew how to feed myself. I knew how to do my own laundry. I knew how to get myself up for class in the morning. I knew how to write papers with appropriate MLA citations. I had a car and I knew how to fill it up with gas and when to get an oil change.

These things I deemed the basic, fundamental life skills that I would need to survive. Because of these things, I convinced myself that I wouldn’t die or in any other way totally fuck up College.

I knew that even though I’d never met the other girl with whom I was to share the 10’ by 11’ room, I had talked to her online and she seemed nice enough. So I knew I was going to be friends with her and eat in the dining hall with her, at least until I had found other friends. I knew that I wanted to write for the newspaper and that someone could help me figure out how to do that. I knew that I had enough money to not have to turn down social invitations for dinners and lunches out or movies on rainy days or shopping trips. I knew that I could offer to drive and that people would like that. I knew that I was showing up to College with a small amount of liquor, so I didn’t have to worry about finding someone of age immediately.

These things I deemed less basic and fundamental, but almost equally important in my pursuit of not screwing up College.

So whenever the “What if…” started circling and circling, but refusing to drain, I poured these facts that “I knew” in like Drain-o. I poured and poured and repeated and rephrased until the “I knew”s so far out-measured the “What if…”s that the crippling, anxiety-producing, all consuming blockage was forced out and the drain could drain and the sink emptied and I could breathe.

Inhale. Exhale.

Inhale. Exhale.

Feed. Myself.

Inhale. Exhale.

Feed. Myself.

Feed. Myself.

Inhale. Exhale.

Feed. Myself.

 

Scrambled Eggs

Yields 1 serving

Scrambled eggs were the first thing I ever learned to cook. Before I could do anything I could scramble an egg. And while the method I use to make scrambled eggs has changed pretty drastically over the years, it still remains one of my most made, most fundamental recipes.

Ingredients:

2 whole, fresh eggs

salt and pepper

oil/non-stick cooking spray

Heat a (teflon) pan to medium-low heat. Crack both eggs into the pan, wiping out the inside of the shells to detach all of the whites from the membrane.

Quickly break the yolks and whisk the eggs together using a rubber spatula or wooden spoon. Whisk quickly, taking care to scrape the bottom of the pan, every 30 seconds or so, until the eggs start to set up.

Turn off the heat of the stove, leaving the pan on the burner. Add salt and pepper and whisk continually until the eggs have reached the desired consistency.

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Thanks for indulging me. You’re wonderful, eaters.