Not long after I wrote “Eating Outside the Box,” I decided to do a little experimental cooking. Truthfully, most of my cooking qualifies as experimental. My mother didn’t fail to equip me with common sense in this arena, but I did fail to store that priceless tutelage on something more permanent than mental RAM.
Ah, independence. You’re living on your own, making a mark on the world, and you’ve got a modest amount of free time to spend however you please. Go where you want to go, eat what you want to eat! Or more accurately, eat what you can afford to buy.
September is here again, and here I am again at Central Washington University in Ellensburg. I gave the blog a break for the summer, but now that I’m back in school (and eating gross quantities of food), I’ve decided to pick it up again. I’ve already got a bit more spare time than any of my previous quarters afforded, so I’m hoping to use it to my advantage. National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) starts in November, and by golly I want to give it a try! My diet over the