I don't know if I'm the only one who feels this way...but I just LOVE food. I don't necessarily like the feeling of being full...in fact I quite dislike it. However, I love tasting food. I feel I have a very advanced palate. I love tasting new foods and I love re-tasting old foods. We went on a cruise and I got to taste a lot of new and delicious foods. That was really fantastic I really enjoyed that. I got to try sushi, lobster, calamari, escargot, and other lovely dishes. I even tried some rum cake...or at least that's what I was told it was after I'd already eaten it. No worries I'm not an alcoholic, it wasn't very good. In fact I didn't like it at all. Coming to college I was a little bit worried about not having my mother home to cook for me all the time. I'm not claiming to be a terrible cook. In fact I quite like to cook and I'm not too bad at it. I enjoy what I make at least, the problem is however, I don't always have a lot to work with. Everyone claims to have lived off of Ramen and pizza rolls their whole college experience and well, I just didn't want that to be me. Don't get me wrong. I do enjoy a good bowl of Ramen every once in a while, but I definitely didn't want to live off it. My taste buds need more excitement than that! I've really made it a goal to have real home cooked stuff at least once a week. My favorites thus far have been chicken enchiladas, spaghetti, and Steak and Potatoes. Just look at the deliciousness of this dish....
Yes I am aware that the knife on my plate is gigantic, but we as college students aren't necessarily able to afford high end commodities such as steak knives.Does that not look fantastic? I'll be honest it tasted fantastic! It was a little to well done for my tastes however...it's rather difficult to cook a steak in an oven and still have it turn out decent. So you see, I love food and that will probably never stop, it is both a curse and a blessing. College hasn't turned out to be quite the culinary killer as I imagined and I will continue to enjoy the foods I love.
