I swear I thought there could never be a good use for citrus peels. I’ve always seen these things in confectioners’ windows and wondered what they were made of since there was no way they could actually be made of that inedible, bitter, crap of a fruit’s outer shell. Apparently I don’t know everything about candy. Shocking, I know. Continue reading
I have had barely enough energy to move lately. Apparently trying to find just the right dresser on Craigslist is really tiring. But I did, in a fit of I-must-do-something-productive-before-I-stay-up-until-5-AM-again-ness, manage to find myself standing in front of my stove. The burners were taunting me, daring me to actually cook something instead of just cutting open a frozen Barilla meal and calling it dinner.
I have been fantastically lazy in my approach to food lately, and I’m hoping being held accountable by the unseen internet blog masses will help me change that. I find it rather amazing that having literally no schedule, no day job or anything that must be done that day, can actually fill your time. I get up, check email, pet the cat, let the rabbit out, check email, haunt Craigslist for a couple hours, check email, look at job listings, check email, check email, check email, watch every show my DVR caught for me the night before (suck on that commercials!), check email, etc and suddenly it’s 2 AM and I realize all I’ve eaten that day was yogurt, diet 7-UP, pasta with butter and parmesan, and a glass of milk. Healthy, eh? I haven’t always been this way! Ok, that’s quite possibly the biggest lie I’ve ever told. Continue reading
In December of 2008, I found myself with a brand-spanking new college degree and visions of the millions I would make before the New Year was out. After about five months of job searching in my sprawling new city of residence, I realized that our tanking/-ed economy had thrown me flat on my ass. Soon after, feeling my spiral of desperation firmly taking hold, I knew I had to find something else to pass the time. Scouring Craigslist just really wasn’t doing it for me. Continue reading