Sunday: Travel and KFC
I don’t even know the girls in this picture I took (although I think they’re from the U of Indiana women’s Ultimate team), but this is what I was doing on Sunday morning. Wearing a LOT of winter clothes, hanging out in the cold and running through the mud after a Frisbee.
We had an absolute blast. For those of you unfamiliar with this college sport, the only way you really get to compete is by traveling to tournaments during the SPRING (given this information, you’d be amazed how many Northeastern schools have good teams), playing for 10 to 12 hours between Saturday and Sunday, and driving home while everyone smells bad. Also, tournament food is usually something like gigantic tubs of peanut butter and jelly, bagels, and pallets of bananas. While Chicago Invite had all those offerings, they ALSO had Ramen and hot water. I did not partake of this, but the undergrads were extremely excited about it. I would say my biggest accomplishment of the weekend was not falling asleep in the car ride on the way home.
Regarding KFC: I know what you’re thinking: a sudden veer off track into the land of disgusting, oversalted, fake-ingredient-containing fast food?! How could this be? Well don’t worry, friends. This is not Kentucky Fried Crap, but rather the glorious, the slightly spicy, the extra crunchy… Korean Fried Chicken.
There’s a place called Seoul Street in Ann Arbor that is approximately halfway between my lab and my apartment. And their chicken rocks. And after running around for three hours in the morning and then driving four hours and then washing eight pounds of dirt off of me in the shower and THEN going to work for an hour… I just wanted takeout. So here’s the chicken. We also got parmesan fries, which aren’t in the picture because I was hungry and I ate them. So there.
But fear not… something tells me they’ll show up again later in the week.
Monday: More eating out – Fatty McGee time!
Tonight was my friend’s birthday. She turned I have no idea how old, but we’re all so busy with school and stuff that no one had time to party big over the weekend, so we went to dinner at Pizza House (picture from their website, because you all know what cheesy bread looks like). And yes, I felt guilty about eating cheesy bread for dinner. But I felt less guilty than I did gross an hour later when I was running around after a frisbee in the 35-degree weather.
Tuesday: Real food!
Couldn’t do takeout any longer. I needed vegetables, and I needed them badly. Plus I had a big bag of peapods in my crisper drawer that weren’t going to stir-fry themselves! So tonight I made this sauce, but instead of putting it on steak (which I’m sure would be quite tasty), I put it on stir-fry! Great decision. I followed the recipe pretty closely, although I used two big peppers instead of one small one, and I didn’t add any salt, because Worchestershire has a ton in there already. A fair amount of dishes involved, but overall this was a quick, fun weeknight dinner choice.
Since I had to study for an exam tonight, I did NOT have time to get creative in the kitchen. Fortunately, we had KFC leftovers (see above), so I threw the fries and chicken in the oven at 300F to reheat, and had leftovers. I didn’t eat any of the chicken, but I did have a fancy salad with ginger dressing and pecans on it!
Not pictured: a cup of coffee. I went back to school after leftover time for a good couple hours, and the coffee was a lifesaver. Maybe. Depending on how I fared on the exam.
Thursday: Post-exam Exhaustion
I had a linear regression exam today. It wasn’t great. In fact, I would say it was very difficult. But I made it through, only to remember I had a statistical-programming homework assignment due on Friday, and class until 5pm. So I powered through the homework AFTER class, and then I didn’t feel like making dinner. I felt like paying someone else to make me dinner. And make me beer.
So the boyfriend and I went to Ashley’s. I got a burger (didn’t eat the fries, but I’m sure my La Fin Du Monde [on tap!] had enough calories to make up for it) with cheddar and bacon. And for some odd reason burgers don’t come completely doused in Frank’s Red Hot, so I took care of that myself. Then I went home and watched basketball and took a blissful nap.
Friday: Cake me!
I didn’t have to go in to lab on Friday (whee!) so I chose to go home after six hours of class and bake a cake.
That’s inaccurate. I would never want to mislead you guys. I chose to go home and bake TWO cakes.
As you have probably figured out, I get much of my inspiration (by which I mean, recipes) from Smitten Kitchen. As such, the above is a non-bundt version of the chocolate stout cake, whereas the first is a picture of apple sharlotka (whatever that is) covered in caramel sauce that I made. Powdered sugar finish? Not on my watch.
But I did not eat cake for dinner. I ate fried fish from a local fried-chicken-and-fish place while watching Michigan lay the smack down on Kansas.
Saturday: A simple equation
Tri-color rotini with stuff on top nearly always makes for a good, filling meal, and tonight was no exception. Simplicity also makes for great basketball-watching!