so, I think about food a lot

I made an unwise decision today and ate some leftovers that had been dubiously stored. By "dubious," I mean I left out a pot of red bean soup for a night. Or two. I refrigerated them eventually, but judging from the minor protestations of the stomach area, perhaps I need to be more prompt. I did throw out some questionable corn, so I'm not entirely clueless. Just susceptible to the enticing delights of ginger and garlic-spiced legumes.

My roommate and I have been pretty good at making big pots of something or other on the weekend so we have something to eat on the run throughout the work week. Sheer brilliance. And not only that, we are excellent cooks. There is no need for modesty here. We have grilled, baked zucchini bread, made enough chicken enchilada soup to feed an army, and have chilled water with cucumber slices on tap.

So much caffeine...

Today was a productive one. It's a bit surreal to gaze out over Coe's campus, and realize that all of my trials and tribulations are completely invisible to the naked eye. No visitor will ever appreciate how much work I did today for the news section of the student newpaper (I'm section editor!), the V-Day campaign, my thesis, starting up an eco-house, or creating an endowment for students to present their research at conferences.

Not to mention homework.

And feeding myself.

It's 11:00 and I've been going non-stop since I woke up. Good thing I don't do what I do so random passersby will appreciate it. I feel ridiculously proud of myself for getting everything done.

I do still need to clean my room though. Perhaps wash some dishes. No one is superman.

Super-person?