Cooking

Food, Photos | May 23, 2010

This was my portion of the culmination of a cooking class with my sorority sisters. We trekked to a nearby cooking school, where the owners split us up into five groups and unleashed us in the spacious kitchen to make five different dishes: flatbread, meat skewers, frittata, pita & hummus, and brownie sundaes for dessert). We then ate the fruit of our hard work buffet style. My favorite was the flatbread (which my group made, but my unbiased opinion is the same as my biased one!), closely followed by the frittata.

Each group also made spritzer from juice, fruit, syrup, and Pellegrino, but that was gone waaaay before dinner started. Thus, we had to make do with iced tea (which I think is disgusting).

It was all so. good. I went for seconds and later gorged myself on dessert. And then I didn’t feel so well. It seems that I often overestimate my appetite and the capacity of my stomach, which leads to my hatred for buffet-style dining and its encouragement of overeating. But whatevs. No regrets when it comes to food!

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Current song obsession

Music | May 16, 2010

SO. GOOD.

What’s yours?

P.S. Writing “November 17″ instead of “May 17″ on an assignment probably indicates that I’ve lost it, right? Need…sleep…

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On why I love history

Thoughts | May 7, 2010

Yesterday’s life,
shriveled, dust accumulating
     over
neglect, in tomes in towers of
repositories.

Passé publications leaving
dust all
     over
your fingers as you struggle
to find out why these
dates and times and names
of wars and regimes
     over
and people long dead
matter.

It’s all
     over,
like a beastly breakup
or an opportunity forgone.
We’re told not to think about
the past.

Why does it matter?

Venerable volumes in vaults
speak to you,
whisper your name,
disclose your origins.
If you open them,
     now,
the meaning of life itself
tumbles out.

Stories of sacrifice,
tales of talent,
chronicles of chivalry,
memoirs of mischief,
tragedies of truth.

When you study history,
you listen to a sage
storyteller’s warm voice
bring life to that which
no longer literally has any
     now.

Events reincarnated
identify the particles of
476 and 1776 and 1942
present in you.

You argue your case about
meaning, making meaning, making
the mysteries of yesterday
the unraveled histories of today,
putting pencil to paper
     now.

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