C'est la vie

Apartment recipes

For those of you needing ideas for meals next year (aka those moving out into apartments), here is a list of things that I commonly make in my apartment. They are filling, yummy, and most of the recipes can easily hold leftovers for the week. If you have any questions/want more instructions on a certain dish, feel free to message me. Happy cooking!

1) turkey avocado and hummus burgers

2) turkey pesto burgers

         - cranberries, avocado

3) chicken and pesto pasta

         - salt, pepper, parmesan

4) chicken and red sauce pasta

         - paprika, salt, pepper, garlic, caramelized onions

5) caramelized onion and potato pizza (chicken on top optional)

         - garlic, olive oil, salt, pepper, basil, jack cheese, pita flatbread

6) egg and avocado sandwich

         - pesto, cranberries, shredded jack cheese

7) baked tilapia with mango salsa

         - white rice

8) chicken burrito bowl

         - guacamole, shredded cheese, fresh salsa, white rice

9) salmon with white rice

         - warm buttered corn

10) fried rice

          - chicken, corn, sauteed onions, garlic, soy sauce

11) potatoes au gratin

          - garlic, salt, pepper, monterey jack cheese

12) chicken and baked potato wedges

          - sauteed string beans side

13) fish tacos

          - mahi mahi or tilapia, sweet salsa, guacamole, shredded cheese, corn

14) mac n’ cheese

          - heavy cream, cheddar, gruyere, bread crumbs

It shouldn’t be a big deal but it is a big deal and I hate myself this isn’t what it should have been like at all. I’ve made a mess of everything.

A friend in need is a friend indeed.

“I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story. From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked. One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of other lovers with queer names and offbeat professions, and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn’t quite make out. I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet”

-Silvya Plath, The Bell Jar

Chem final tomorrow morning at 8 am not ready I want to cry

It’s hard to trick exhaustion! I hope I’m not building a tolerance to caffeine.

ramen and hot cheetos for lunch yum what a strug week.