So I had the best kind of problem this past week. I had too much melon.
I was in the grocery store buying all the usuals (eggs/veggies/chocolate. You know the essentials). All of a sudden, I got a MASSIVE craving for watermelon. Have you ever forgotten about or have not cared for a particular food for a long time and then all of a sudden, you get a massive craving for a particular food. For me it's usually totally random and usually a fruit of vegetable (go figure). Two weeks ago it was snap peas and now I'm sick of them again.
The turmoil of a veggie lover never ends.
So while I was in the store, I found the pre-cut up watermelon that I normally buy. And it was $5 for a box, which for me is pretty ridiculous. I like a good splurge though so I decided just to buy them and treat yo' self. All of a sudden, I looked over at the whole watermelons, which were cheaper than the smaller pre-cut watermelon. Now, the bargain hunter in me thought, "Wow, this is such a good idea!" Little did I know that once I came home from the store and cut up the watermelon, I had about three HUMONGOUS Tupperwares filled to the gills with watermelon. For one person.
What's a single girl in a studio apartment to do?
Do you remember that kid who set off the fire alarm their freshman year of college... Well that was me.
It was all a simple accident really. And no, I'm not some sort of pyromaniac setting paper on fire in their dorm. I am scared enough to light a match by myself. No, this accident is the kind that only comes when an old bag of microwave popcorn mixes with an old communal microwave covered in the residue of leftover Chinese food and attempts to boil Ramen. I MIGHT have left it in a little too long when I went to go check my laundry, and by the time I came back, smoke was pouring out of the lounge. Girls in shower caps and towels had to leave the dorm. I was THAT girl for a good two weeks.
That was until they all figured out I could bake the best oatmeal chocolate chip bars.
I never met a vegetable I did not like. Actually that's not entirely true.
I know, I know, my name is "The Cutting Veg." And now, I can say that, while I obviously have my favorite veggies, I do not think there is a vegetable I dislike. The greener, the better, in my opinion. However, when I was a kid, there were two veggies I could not STAND. One was mushrooms. As someone who would read their bio textbook (for fun?!) I knew that mushroom's cell walls were made of the same substance as your hair and fingernails. Nuh uh I was not going to be eating my hair and fingernails for dinner, thank you very much! The other veggie I hated was peas. Peas were always served mushy and cooked to death. My parents (love you guys!) served peas and tofu for dinner which, as an 8 year old constantly craving Wendy's chocolate frosties and fries, that was a no go.
Dipping french fries in frosty was my official sport, fyi.
Summer is almost over you guys! What?!
I am always devastated to see short shorts and beach weather come to an end. Now, don't get me wrong. As sad as I am to see summer go, I alway look forward to the flannel wearing, the butternut squash everything that is fall (do not get me started on pumpkin). However, growing up in a beach town, summer always meant that our little town's population would swell to triple the size. Everything got more busy and more lively. And a lot more trashy. Not a whole lot of the "shoobies" knew how to drive and I MIGHT have almost gotten run over by a car/tripped trying to avoid cars and falling into the pavement. So yeah tourists and I do not have a good track record when it comes to "getting along."
I'm looking at you wearing-socks-with-sandals guy with your wide brimmed hat*
*trademarked image of shoobie (seriously check out my copyright))
My longest relationship in college was with the fruit cart man.
Now, don't get me wrong. I had a lot of meaningful and wonderful partners during my four years at school. However, the man operating the fruit cart closest to school and I knew each other on a first name basis. He would stop me on the street and ask me how my day was. I would get off of the subway (after making the TREK to Trader Joe's) and ponder me about the goodies I had purchased. The best part of all was he was willing to make deals on fruit with me. My fondest memory was coming off the subway and him almost immediately handing me a case of 12 nectarines. "Not selling today," he said. " You buy for $2.00?"
Well, naturally, I couldn't say no. Now what?
23. Recent Grad. Human Vegetable Disposal. Putting the Chic in Chickpea.