... and tells me I should be making my own vinegar.
A month. I know.
There were my finals, then our Festivus party, and Christmas, and Hawaii. Excuses excuses. Pictures coming. Crossies.
Then a week of jet-lag combined with a miserable, Sudefed-overdosed head cold.
In the middle of trying to to get back on the wagon and post something, I found out that the entire portfolio for one of my classes is...
Of course. Now I have to - I mean, have the opportunity to - start a separate, academically purposeful blog in which I can't use profanity or talk about anyone's sex life. Eh.
So, about this vinegar thing. I had already made a few food-related New Year's resolutions that amounted to:
1. Stop crowding the pan
2. No more store-bought salad dressing
3. One uncomfortable* vegetable per week
*Uncomfortable = Something that I never cook because I think I don't like it or don't really know what to do with it. Example: Beets.
I mean, come on Bon Appetit, throw me a bone here. I don't even have a garbage disposal, and you think I have the time and space to make my own vinegar? Officially skipping to the Gourmet Nachos article on page 48.
My point is, I think everyone's (by which I mean every magazine's) New Year/New You expectations shoot a little high. My real goal for this year, outside of those simple food amendments, is to stay on top of things. Get the whole "being a responsible adult" thing down, finally. Turn in assignments before deadlines, schedule doctor's appointments, make the bed on weekdays. You know, basic things that most 18-year-olds have figured out, but instead I've been taking a 10-year hiatus in favor of being dramatic and writing about it for strangers.
Alright, I have to go figure out my pseudo-blog. I'm taking topic suggestions. (And "Dalmatian Puppies" won't cut it. Sorry.)
Happy New Year,