Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Food for Thought

     I love food. I really, really do. I enjoy cooking it, I certainly love eating it, and all in all, food is just plain ol' great.

But you didn't come here for me to tell you something you already knew, right?

     As a teenager, I'll admit, I'm picky. When I was younger, I used to love the carrots, broccoli, and corn that my mom would rotate on the dinner table throughout the week. I was always more a meat and potatoes girl than a salad and fruit kind of girl, but lately it's been getting downright ridiculous to find a meal that I like unreservedly. As in, I can stab my fork in, or scoop up a spoonful  and just take a bite without picking things out and placing on the side of the dish to be discarded afterwards. It being winter here, the predominate thing in my house is Cup of Soup, Progresso, Campbells, Ramen Noodles, ect. You get the point. And while I learned some separate tricks to each one of those, a girl can only eat quesadillas and beef Ramen noodles so many times in a week.

As for home cooking, I use already establish recipes that I've watched my mom make throughout my life, and quite a few boxed items. Homemade Angel Hair pasta and Alfredo sauce is just not the same as a box of Pasta Roni's Angel Hair and Herbs. And if something sounds good, but I don't know how to make it, Google, Pintrest, and assorted blogs are my #1 friends.

     Bread. It's my  Number One weakness, without a doubt. Breadsticks, rolls, croissants, baguettes, french bread, pretzels, biscuits, crescents, sliced bread, toast, you name it, I'll eat 20 of them in 5 minutes.

                                               Dinner Rolls, from HowDoesShe?

     School food: Are you kidding me? I mean, are they Trying to poison me? Now, my first elementary school so spoiled me. It was a converted high school, so it had the literal floor to ceiling lockers, not the 5 ft. wannabes in my current high school. They also had a fully equipped kitchen, so lunch every day was a experience. Every Thursday  they would do soup and sandwiches. Three weeks out of the month, they did tomato soup and grilled cheese sandwiches, with your choice of milk, fruit, and either pudding or a jello cup. But that one golden week, they would do chicken noodle soup with grilled Ham and Cheese sandwiches, and a cake/pastry of some sort. Ah, heaven on a spoon is too bland a description.

     Nowadays, I'm left with filler meat, water gravy (seriously, it's 3 parts water to .25 part mix), "wheat" rolls-I can assure you, that's not wheat. I don't know what it is, but it's not wheat.
Don't even get me started on our pizza. Just because it's now a vegetable doesn't mean you get to skimp on the sauce so that it tastes like I'm eating a brick of cardboard with some circle plastic pieces on top.
The salad? I'm pretty sure that those leaves come from the pile that Sid tracked poo onto in Ice Age. At least the bread sticks that come with it aren't terrible.
The nachos? What I see walking past me on a plate looks what comes out of the wrong end of a Mexican.
1% milk is exactly that: 1% milk, 99% water. I don't even want to know what "chocolate" they use in their chocolate milk.
Shall I continue? Bruised, unripe "fresh" fruit, nasty smelling canned fruit-it seriously smells like something died in there when the poor sweet lunch lady brings out the can to refill the troughs.

The good things? Much smaller list.

     The utensils. Those plastic knives are sharp. Surprising, really, but I'm not complaining.
Breakfast: Used to be much better, but still better then lunch. I only like Wednesdays and Fridays. Wednesdays is a breakfast pizza, and Fridays are these really good cinnamon pastry squares-but if they don't have icing on them, you're eating sweetened cardboard that turns your mouth into the Sahara Desert if you didn't grab that 1% milk. They do have these waffle irons that you can make big Belgian waffles with. They're pretty excellent with butter and peanut butter on them, but I also like them soaked in butter and dipping pieces into their syrup.
The servers: My lunch ladies are incredibly sweet and nice, and I always make sure to thank them whenever I grab a plate from the line. As I'm one of three out of 2,300 students to do so, I like to think that I make a small bright spot in their day.

Have I made you hungry yet?
I'll post a few link to some of my favorite recipes, and trust me, they'll be worth your time to try out.

Oh yummmm
                                     Baked Potato Soup, by LiveALittleWilder:

                  Snickerdoodle Muffins, by Eat Me, Delicious:

             Monster Cookies, by The Idea Room:

[Disclaimer: I take no responsibility for your addiction to these. And yes, you will eat 12 cookies in five minutes, I promise. :) ]

Double Disclaimer: I don't own any of these images, and I attempted to give credit where credit was due. Feel free to tell me if I missed anything, and I'll rectify it as quickly as possible.

Sunday, February 3, 2013

About Me

My age titles me as a "Teen", but I've always felt more like an adult then those instagraming skinny people surrounded by 300 of their closest friends. 

Through all of our ups and downs, my mother has made me who I am today, and I can only say thank you. My dad, an over the road truck driver, has shared all of his stories with me at Least twice as we traveled all across the U.S.

 My parents, standing in line for the Rocket at Lagoon

I have a super loud laugh, and I love to cook and bake. I find new things every day and the only things that limit me is my non-refilling flour container, and my occasional lack of motivation.

 I've had some amazing support from my boyfriend, Ross. He picks me up when I fall, and convinces me that it's possible to keep going when all I want to do is break down and cry like a two-year old and never crawl out of my bed again. 

The oldest of three, my little chickpea, Elle, and my monster of a brother, Declan, are the lights of my day-most days, anyways. 

My Yorkie Cooper is the cutest, sweetest little pup ever, and even when he drives me crazy by barking at abso-freaking-lutely nothing, I love his furry little face too much to get too angry at him. Bindi is just as sweet-I just wish she wouldn't snore at night! My cat Mr. is one heck of a character, and Abbie is getting senile, so she forgets to be grumpy sometimes, but when a ribbon or treats come out, she streaks around and pounces like a kitten!  

Pictures? Too many? Never!!!

I can usually be found watching a movie while scarfing down popcorn, playing Sims on my computer, or limping around Skyrim with a lame leg, due to poor knee armor. If I have my headphones in, there better be a nuclear war going on outside my door for you to have a valid reason to bug me-and sometimes, not even then.

 I hope you'll join me as I cook, love, fail epicly, bake, cry, laugh, and have Life Adventures.