Wrap It Up
Sep. 7th, 2005 12:16 amGod help me, I try to avoid food trends, but...I have discovered the wonder of the wrap.
It's a thing of beauty. I can just take some ranch dressing and some salad greens, and a little bit of turkey, maybe a little shredded cheese, add a tortilla and bam! lunch that doesn't fall apart on me. Once I get some tinfoil, I can wrap it up and stash it in my (giant) purse for lunch on the go. I'm considering all the possible permutations, too. I could get some ham, or ooh, chicken fingers, and maybe some Asian sesame dressing...maybe I could go crazy and add tomato, even! Or some feta. Mmmfeta. With a vinaigrette, obviously, instead of the ranch dressing, because feta and ranch is really not a flavor combination I want to pursue.
In other news, I've dropped my creative writing (lyric poetry) class at the eleventh hour. Literally. There was less than an hour left in the drop/add period when I did it. In its place, I'll be taking Russian Culture. The creative writing class hasn't even met yet, thanks to That Bitch Katrina, and we got the syllabus in an e-mail today. It was like, "Write this poem, and put these Dickinson poems in order and explain why, and have your 250-word proposal on the long poem you'll be working on all semester ready by Monday. Even though I don't know you from Adam's housecat." Considering that I know jack about the professor, I had no clue what I'd be able to get away with, so I dropped that like it was hot, and will be joining Katya in providing estrogen to the Russian Culture class instead.
The purple doesn't look that bad in the light of day. So that's good.
I'm playing
swerval_zero over at
fandomhigh. It is the good crack.
It's a thing of beauty. I can just take some ranch dressing and some salad greens, and a little bit of turkey, maybe a little shredded cheese, add a tortilla and bam! lunch that doesn't fall apart on me. Once I get some tinfoil, I can wrap it up and stash it in my (giant) purse for lunch on the go. I'm considering all the possible permutations, too. I could get some ham, or ooh, chicken fingers, and maybe some Asian sesame dressing...maybe I could go crazy and add tomato, even! Or some feta. Mmmfeta. With a vinaigrette, obviously, instead of the ranch dressing, because feta and ranch is really not a flavor combination I want to pursue.
In other news, I've dropped my creative writing (lyric poetry) class at the eleventh hour. Literally. There was less than an hour left in the drop/add period when I did it. In its place, I'll be taking Russian Culture. The creative writing class hasn't even met yet, thanks to That Bitch Katrina, and we got the syllabus in an e-mail today. It was like, "Write this poem, and put these Dickinson poems in order and explain why, and have your 250-word proposal on the long poem you'll be working on all semester ready by Monday. Even though I don't know you from Adam's housecat." Considering that I know jack about the professor, I had no clue what I'd be able to get away with, so I dropped that like it was hot, and will be joining Katya in providing estrogen to the Russian Culture class instead.
The purple doesn't look that bad in the light of day. So that's good.
I'm playing