REVIEWED: Halls Defense Supplement Drops, Assorted Citrus Or Excuse Me, Does My Sucking Bother You?

Oh, cough drops. How I loathed thee, until you, blessed assorted citrus variety. You barely have that mentholatation manuver that so turns me off. Just a little bit, here and there, man does it hit the spot. The cough spot. Seeing as how I've been up every night for the past week and a half because of a cough, these cough drops helped me through the drowsy days after. Best part is, they're loaded with 100% DV vitamin C, which is good, no, awesome, because I have run out of my vitamin C pills and ate my last banana. It was a gross banana but I ate it anyway. To sum it all up, if you must deal with cough drops these are ones that will treat you right. Chow, Lucia

COOKED: Stir Fry Over Cellophane Noodles Or It'd Be Cheaper To Buy Packing Peanuts

Can there please be a website called blooger.com? I'd go to it. Hmm. Maybe I should just make it, put my old HTML knowledge to use. Except I guess HTML is ancient news now. It's the mother of the hip, sexy XHTML. Grocery shopping together, who will the bag boy hit on? Beautifully classic HTML, or too-much-eye-liner XHTML? Probably the latter, because bag boy is dumb and doesn't recognise HTML's fantasticity. Oh, moving on, are we? Well you can stop reading right now, because I will continue this metaphor until I get sick of it. Me. Blogs are the outlet for the self-obsessed, what, has your mother taught you nothing? She's probably sobbing in a corner somewhere, dismayed by your lack of...Sorry. I suppose I have the 10:54 Jumpies. On another note, the dish I made tonight was very nice. Wednesdays, foodwise, kind of suck for me (and Mondays, to a degree). I have a half hour to eat and get from one class to another. I don't want to buy a sandwich, they... well, to put it simply, they make me sleepy. If you want me to explain that further, I will. Privately. God knows I wouldn't want to lose any of my... readers. I was trying to count how many I have. I honestly have no clue, but I'd warrent a guess of anywhere from 3 to 0. Anyway, I made my lunch of scrambled eggs and vegetables this morning, and now I know that's just not enough food to propel a blond haired mass through temperatures of -40 (windchill included). Luckily, I didn't freak out my classmates when they saw me eating it. They seemed intrigued. They seemed envious. Oh, what now? How is that even possible? Anyway, cellophane noodles were fun to try, I'd buy them again. Which means I'd eat them again. Clarifying. The noods' were very receptive to tamari sauce. And hot pans. I have dishes to wash. Excuse me.Chow, Lucia

COOKED: Potato Salad Or Just Because The Potatoes Have A Little Give To Them

Doesn't mean that they're not delicious. Poor babies. Poor you, what, with that double negative! Anywoo, I left my place for a few weeks, but before leaving I made sure to use up any perishables. Guess potatoes should be added to that list. I came back last week to find them slightly shriveled and soft, quietly bawling on the lower shelf of my fridge. So, sorry potatoes. I put them out of their misery, though. They cooperated very well, sliced, diced, boiled and flipped around in their delicious dressing. The caramelized red peppers and onions are not to be forgotten, oh, yes, they dived into that salad like champions. Then they dived into me. Champions, I tell you.

Chow, Lucia

COOKED: Onion Rings Or Ring Around The Rosy, Pocket Full Of Greasy Hand Stains

YUM. YUM. YUM. SO EASY. YUM. BET YOU WISHED YOU WERE HERE. SUCKS TO BE YOU. SO SORRY.Chow, Lucia

COOKED: Brussel Sprouts Or I Won't Say It...

Ha! Bet you didn't see this coming, nope nope nope. Not from a plain oatmeal eater. Not from the prune lover. Not from the oatmeal raisin cookie endorser. Never, ever would I even think about brussel sprouts. Nor would I think about enjoying them. Well, proved your little pea sized brain wrong, again! Just kidding. I'm sure your brain is nicely sized, can't say much about mine. Who would be smart enough to eat brussel sprouts for dinner before a final exam? Obviously, this girl, yeah, right here. What.

Chow, Lucia

ps THEY WERE AWESOME.

COOKED: Potato Latkes Or 80% Water In Potatoes, 95% Potato in Lucias

Plural. Yep. Again, this was a finals week meal, which would explain the potato-y, fried nature of the... potato latkes. Um. not much to say about this. Really easy, but I probably could have cooked them for a bit longer. In the hot oil. God, I love cooking. Though, I can count the number of times I've used my stove on one hand... it's stovetop all the way. Represent. If I wore buttons or patches or any of that crap you bet I'd be all over designing one that'd showcase hot oil. Or something. Not that I'd put thought into that sort of thing. Naw, I'd rather eat. I think this post needs to end now, I've never felt less love in an entry before. Fucking towhead latkes. They can't groove either (see previous post).


Chow, Lucia

COOKED: Rice Noodles and Vegetables Or How Lucia Got Her Groove Back

Just kidding with the title. It assumes that I once had a groove, or would be able to attain a groove. Neither of which are possible. We Minnesotan towheads are born without the groove gene. Sure, we can mosey, meander, even do the wave, but grooving is just one motion we'll never get the hang of. And for anyone who cares, I just had a grammar moment with that last sentence, the one that ends with a preposition. I tried changing it. It got worse. We'll stick with it. On to the food. God, I cooked this meal a long time ago, more than a month I do believe. Towhead memory is pretty awesome, just fyi. Maybe no grooving, but a whole lot of remembering. What's not sexy about that. I see no problem. Right, so rice noodles! Again, a Lucia Trying To Be Healthy Purchase. They're... ok. Almost like regular noodles, but not as delicious. But again, they're ok. They taste very clean. I mainly enjoyed the side of broccoli, onions and tomatoes, sauteed until the tomatoes turned almost saucey (another quality towheads lack). I apologize, but I have no food photos from my Paris Study excursion. Too awkward, what with the French staring as the big towhead takes out her clumsy camera to take a picture of their food. Better to indulge, sans documentation. I will tell you that I feasted like Louis XVI while I was over there. Maybe I will post about one special meal I ate during my weekend in London (ubertourism is not so frowned upon there). What else does a grooveless girl do in the back of an empty restaurant but take pictures of her food. Nothing, nothing I say.Chow, Lucia