vegan quiche

Crust:
flour
Earth Balance (i.e. non-hydrogenated vegan margarine)
ice water

Filling:
spinach
mushrooms
onions
tofu
nutritional yeast
Salt & Pepper

results:
weird but good - exceptionally good the next day with a gigantic salad.



Man, we are all learning to cook. Today I made a curried squash-and-sweet potato soup for dinner - we're going to do coconut-ginger ice cream, maki rolls with avocado, mango and pickled ginger, grilled portobellos with ginger, ginger-carrot soup, and some sort of curry for Iron Chef, Priscilla and Jamie made Walnut Burgers the other day that were the bomb...you kids have no idea how good hippie food can be. Oh, and there was the time Flannery and I made Bibimbab with scallion pancakes, or Kelsey & Emma's breaded, pan-fried tofu, or Selena's coconut-chickpea stew. It's fun.

I have no interest in homework. I have interest in seeing friends and going to the gym ( haven't gone for a week and feeling CRAPPY), figuring out where my mailbox key has gone to, going contra dancing, and cooking...and drinking lots of tea. I've got all sorts of energy for all the wrong things here...

Mike started working in a vegan bakery in the mornings, which is a combination of awesome and frustrating; he gets home from his other job around 11pm and gets up to go to the bakery at 5am, and in between I'm always in class. So it means I see less of him - but it also means he gets to do a job he's genuinely excited about. I have a hope that he'll drop his full-time job and get a job in a restaurant, but that seems far off and stressful, and the money is too good at the full-time job. A person gets really spoiled when they get to see their partner several times a week - I can't begin to imagine a time when going for 3 months without seeing each other was even conceivable.

I realized that less than 4 weeks from now I'll be back at home...and not for long enough. I have literally not spoken with anyone in WA, except for an email to Josh and a couple of calls/emails with Will, since we drove off in August. We're all pretty lazy friends...and totally taken up in our own lives. BTW, who had any idea that 19 was as tumultuous as 14? I feel like I'm having a lot more mood swings than I did last year.

alright, I'm getting distracted now...time to move on.

Dear life...

to you, I say "RWAAAAAAAAR"

but, I bought new shoes, which is awesome considering the fact that they're my first new shoes in 2 years and I was starting to destroy my feet with long-dead sneakers. whoohoo for shoes! and debt...and vegan quiche! (that was dinner tonight, how amazing is that??)

huzzah!

Today I got my first email from a real Italian person who wasn't just trying to teach me something! Check it out...



Cara Alessandra
Piacere di sentirti ancora. Come stai?
Va bene per l'intervista. Quando volevi incontrarmi? Io sono libera martedi' tutto il giorno. Per gli altri giorni, ho dei buchi qua e la', dovrei controllare. Per te va bene? Possiamo trovarci a pranzo in Cutter e poi lavorare, che dici?
Fammi sapere come ti torna meglio.
Un saluto
Anita


>>> Alexandra Gramps 11/05/06 9:17 PM >>>
Ciao Anita,
Ci abbiamo conosciute al tavolo italiano a Chase/Duckett. Devo fare un presentazione sulle famiglie italiane per la mia classe d'Italiano (ITL230) con Vittoria Poletto, e vorrei incontrarmi con delle persone italiane per gli chiamare sulle sue esperienze nelle sue famiglie e nelle famiglie degli Stati Uniti. Potresti incontrarmi per una piccola intervista?
grazie mille!
Sì preferisca il telefono, il mio numero è x7947
— Alex Gramps


*tee hee*

Why?

Why is it passé to like Ani DiFranco? I thought women's colleges in general were crazy about her.

Maybe that's why; she's the Britney Spears of Feminism.

But...come on...I turn her on and my house collectively rolls their eyes and switches to Bob Dylan or the Supremes.

I don't understand...a lot of the music they listen to is so hokey to me. Other people listen to whiny boys in black eyeliner...all fun in its own right, but not always.


I'm up way too late. My mom called me while she was driving even though she has a fractured elbow (my poor Mom has sprained her ankle and fractured her elbow this fall). All my clothes are hanging around my room because I don't have enough quarters to put them in the dryer, and I think I smell popcorn.

it's bedtime.

PS, Iron & Wine are good but I don't like the constant, noisy breathing and breathy voice in every song. Lets have some variety, boys!

more aaargh

today feels like it got crappy fast.

I lost my school ID, which has $50 on it for laundry. I had enough quarters to wash a load of laundry but not enough to dry it. maybe I'll air-dry it...

I emailed my dean to ask about some options for next semester. She emailed back with an answer that showed that she hadn't understood my question. I emailed her back to clarify. She emailed me with yet another misguided answer. So, when I go meet with her this Friday, I have yet another thing to add to my urge to slap her new-age-frumpily-dressed face, all based on the fact that she only ever half listens and thinks she knows what I want better than I do.

I'm angry at my friend for no reason. I'm angry that he wanted to end the phone call and didn't just make the graceful out that most people do, "Oh, I'm at my destination/ I'm really tired/ it's cold so I'd better get inside/ I've gotta take a shower/someone else is calling me" instead it was "I don't know where to end this conversation." OK, so you don't want to be on the phone with me anymore and you can't cover it with a white lie or even the TRUTH, that you just wanted to chat on your way home and now you're home so you want to go to bed. What about last night when you wanted to hang out while I was in a good mood and lost interest when I got down? Or when you changed your mind halfway to my house? Sure, I would have been pissed, but it would have hurt less than staying with someone who didn't want me there.

So...I'm clingy and codependent and look to other people to reassure me that I'm a lovable person. I'm sorry. Sometimes I feel like I can't help it. I really can, but I need some TIME. And I need you to tell me what you want. And I need to learn to tell you what I want.

I only have one set of sheets for my bed and they're in the washing machine. They're not even my fucking sheets.

I think some day is going to come when you tell me I'm as crazy as my father, and it will all fall apart.