The tropics
My borscht was a huuuuge success. I think it's making Vadim fall in love with me all over again. Is this really how easy it is to please a man and get him to tell you how much he loves you several times a day? Not to make light of my accomplishment, it's not that easy to cut up all of those uncooked vegetables. In fact it's kind of a pain in the ass. But once I get a food processor (which i've been promised a gift) - borscht should become a piece of cake (interesting concept).
I think we're settling in nicely. Part of it is that both of our ailments are going away. I am pretty much 100% better and my cough has finally left me. Which is ironic considering that I managed to bully the health center lady into prescribing me antibiotics against her threats that it'll amount to malpractice on her part (such a drama queen!). But now at least I have lovely antibiotics that don't expire for another 2 or 3 years, so that I won't have this problem next time I (or someone I like enough to share) is sick for several weeks and doesn't want to deal with annoying doctors.
This past weekend we had friends over - our first guests. It was lovely. Other than the part that I was (rudely) criticized for serving UNfancy Lipton Tea and Milano cookies. So when we did our food shopping the other day, we put "buy fancy desert and tea for guests" on our list. Check. Tomorrow I'm joining an expensive gym. I figure it's worth Vadim's money because it's the closest to our apartment (.2 miles to be exact), and it's open 24/7 (which is a big plus, because I've been known to enjoy working out at random late hours). Plus, I am noticing that I am eating bigger portions now that I am cooking things myself. I put stuff into dishes for us, and then I am under the impression that we should be finishing everything, and also I'm under impression that i should be eating almost as much as a 6'2" man. And also they are introducing this new chocolate drink in Starbucks - I've managed to stop myself from trying it thus far, but from the picture it looks delectible - as in pure melted chocolate served in a cup. I can only hold out for so long.
The apartment is super hot. Which is nice when you come in from 14 degree weather, but becomes a bit unbearable later on. It's impossible to sleep under covers, or in anything resembling pajamas. So you can imagine what I slept in last night. Good thing I don't have children.
I must make a decision on whether to take a take-home exam (where you're stressed for 48 hours straight) or to write a 15-20 page paper (which, knowling me I'll also be stressed for 48 hours straight -because that's how much time I will leave for myself to write it). Suggestions?
I think we're settling in nicely. Part of it is that both of our ailments are going away. I am pretty much 100% better and my cough has finally left me. Which is ironic considering that I managed to bully the health center lady into prescribing me antibiotics against her threats that it'll amount to malpractice on her part (such a drama queen!). But now at least I have lovely antibiotics that don't expire for another 2 or 3 years, so that I won't have this problem next time I (or someone I like enough to share) is sick for several weeks and doesn't want to deal with annoying doctors.
This past weekend we had friends over - our first guests. It was lovely. Other than the part that I was (rudely) criticized for serving UNfancy Lipton Tea and Milano cookies. So when we did our food shopping the other day, we put "buy fancy desert and tea for guests" on our list. Check. Tomorrow I'm joining an expensive gym. I figure it's worth Vadim's money because it's the closest to our apartment (.2 miles to be exact), and it's open 24/7 (which is a big plus, because I've been known to enjoy working out at random late hours). Plus, I am noticing that I am eating bigger portions now that I am cooking things myself. I put stuff into dishes for us, and then I am under the impression that we should be finishing everything, and also I'm under impression that i should be eating almost as much as a 6'2" man. And also they are introducing this new chocolate drink in Starbucks - I've managed to stop myself from trying it thus far, but from the picture it looks delectible - as in pure melted chocolate served in a cup. I can only hold out for so long.
The apartment is super hot. Which is nice when you come in from 14 degree weather, but becomes a bit unbearable later on. It's impossible to sleep under covers, or in anything resembling pajamas. So you can imagine what I slept in last night. Good thing I don't have children.
I must make a decision on whether to take a take-home exam (where you're stressed for 48 hours straight) or to write a 15-20 page paper (which, knowling me I'll also be stressed for 48 hours straight -because that's how much time I will leave for myself to write it). Suggestions?
posted by SmallWonder at 9:47 AM
2 Comments:
My labmate tried the Chantico and said it is not that good. She might be lying but I think it is best to just believe that. It has 21 grams of fat and it's only 6oz! That is like one gram of fat per tablespoon! SO BAD!
Men are totally hypnotized by food. Apple crisp is what works on Patrick.
Oh my god - you're killing me!!! I had it today. I wish I saw your comment earlier. I know you think I would've still had it, but I really wouldn't have! I thought it was really good, but way too rich and sweet and actually I thought right away I would never have it again. This day is bad. I came home after 10pm and vadim cooked this whole unhealthy pasta meal and despite my best efforts, I ate it! (partially not to hurt his feelings... Ok who am i kidding?)
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