One thing I’ve noticed since starting culinary school is that people seem to get really nervous whenever they cook for me. They usually begin by apologizing for whatever it is that I’m about to eat before the fork is halfway to my mouth. From now on, anyone who even starts to feel that way should immediately reference this post. Because today might be the most pathetic food day ever. Like really, really sad.
I was rushing out the door for class today and went to grab a Luna, but guess what? All gone. Once again, Brian has asserted his love for the “Nutrition for Women” bar. Awesome. So instead I made the saddest little PB&J from the heels of our frozen Ezekiel bread. And notice that I didn’t even bother with a plate… this was eaten chez Prius in transit to the train station.
Today in class we made Jelly Rolls, although technically they were more like Lemon Curd Rolls. I was shocked at how easy it is to actually make lemon curd. You just simmer egg yolks, sugar, butter, lemon juice and zest for a bit, then strain. That’s it. The hardest part of this whole thing was the rolling. Our sponge cake was so delicate that it was tough not to just poke through it as you rolled. The filling consists of lemon curd with a bit of unsweetened whipped cream folded in.
Lunch was almost as sad as breakfast. I was waffling between this frozen Indian meal and pierogies, but then a craving for pasta hit. All we had were macaroni noodles, so I had some of those topped with (jarred, Barilla) pasta sauce and the dregs of the goat cheese:
I spent the rest of the afternoon cleaning the house, then hit up Target for a few groceries. I bought the makings of turkey tacos but then didn’t feel like messing up the kitchen after spending all afternoon scrubbing. Am I the only one that does this? Anyway, we ended up having a glamorous dinner at… wait for it… The Highland Park Cafeteria.
There are 2 kinds of people in this world: The kind that like cafeterias, and the kind that don’t. Oh, and the kind that trap squirrels in their backyard and then release them in the Luby’s parking lot (a good friend of mine relayed that story about her grandfather and now I can’t pass a cafeteria without thinking about the poor little exiles). Brian LOVES the cafeteria, and I am only happy to oblige every once in a while. Maybe it’s because we never really had a school cafeteria growing up? I don’t know. Anyway, we found ourselves there for dinner tonight (before 8, of course… catering to a certain, ahem, “distinguished” clientele, the joint closes EARLY).
I settled on turkey- sans dressing- with cranberry sauce, green beans, and the best squash casserole ever.
Along with cucumber salad and a big yeast roll. You can see Brian’s little deviled eggs in the background. He loves him some deviled eggs.
So there you have it, folks: PB & J, macaroni, and the cafeteria. Bon appetit.
Off to study for my last midterm. Later, kids!
(This one’s from Brian)
One was the one item, if any, you looked forward to eating from the school cafeteria? Or what did you HATE?