My first customer!

 To be honest, I'm sick of eggs.  So, tonight I had my first real customer.  And she loved it! I was a little worried that it wasn't all the way cooked, but there were no complaints.  The eggsperiment of the night?

Potatoes
Brocoli
Mushrooms
Peppers
Cheese

I did have one bite, and if I do say so myself it was reeeaaal good.. and look at that artistic arrangement! I'm a little worried about what I'm going to do next, because I've exaughsted most of the vegetables available.  Next week's eggsperiment...chocolate chips? Anybody want to try it?

I really hate how old habits die hard.  It seems that no matter how many vows you make to yourself, they always manage to be broken.  I thought that by going to college I would be more organized, smaller living space would force me to be neat.  LOL. My room has become a black hole of food, clothes, books , shoes, shampoo that seems like it will never stop expanding.  Our fridge has been described as "sketchy" with some gooey brown liquid hardened on the side. Really puts you in the mood for one of my eggs huh? I walk into other dorm rooms and am shocked, how do they manage to make a warm cozy NEAT little space? HOW? Somebody enlighten me.  Anyways, I have vowed that this weekend I will get organized, I will clean until every crum is up from that carpet.  And then my friends, I will reward myself with an omelet.  I'm thinking of going grocery shopping this weekend for interesting ingredients. I want to try different cheeses. Any suggestions?

Wake up in the morning feeling like an egg

Well...not exactly.   I am envious of those rare morning people that roll out of bed and immediately have a perky smile on their face; I don't know how many of you are that way. I am your typical groggy eyed roll out of bed kind of girl.  With an all too unfortunate caffeine addiction, that many of you are most likely familiar with. If you are, then you will know all too well what I experienced this morning, that gritty headache, the one that has your head in your hands until those first sips of delightful liquid energy save you.  For me, my caffeine addiction is a vicious cycle, I drink it to keep me awake during the day, it then continues into the night not allowing me to sleep and then I drink some more medicinally the next day just to feel human.  As of today, I am doomed to continue this vicious cycle since I am highly caffeinated as I write this. 

I will associate my current rambling with the jittery caffeinated person I am right now.  This morning, after ridding myself of the grittiest headache of them all, I felt inspired and created another masterpiece of an omelet.  

The eggsperiment of the day consisted of:

Two eggs

Mushrooms 

Onions

Cheese

Peppers

It was a sad looking masterpiece with the majority of its fillings spilling out of the sides, not folded correctly and lacking in just about every aspect that would make it a respectable omelet. But, regardless of looks, it all tastes the same.  In order to make it I cooked the mushrooms, onions and peppers on one side of the grill and mixed the eggs and cooked them on the other side.  Putt the fillings in the middle, sprinkled cheese on top and folded it over.  This last part was a bit more difficult than I had thought, the reason behind it being an especially unattractive omelet.  But, I will eventually get down the key to making the most beautiful and tastiest omelet. Try to make this omelet and I am sure you can make it both tasty and attractive. 

Keeping with tradition

Food, food, food makes the world go ‘round.

Food is a vital expression of cultures and personalities, so why not blog about it?

I do not have a sophisticated taste in food, I like almost anything as long as it’s made right.  My favorite meal is the Italian dish, Olio olio, which is garlic sautéed in olive oil drizzled over pasta.  Boring? Maybe. But, there is just nothing like it.  I am not an accomplished cook, so I do not exactly have the right to critically judge food.  But critically judge food I do! The only thing that I have successfully mastered is Mac and cheese with the perfect proportions of goat and cheddar cheese, so that when you eat it you know that you are exactly where you want to be. 

Mommy always told me to eat my breakfast.  The most important meal of the day! Brain food! There is a commercial that dramatically portrays what happens when you don’t eat breakfast.  It portrays a kid attempting to walk up stairs with an oversized backpack, and toppling over.  I cannot say that how I function depends entirely on my eating breakfast, but I can relate with this fallen kid in that my day is always much better with that initial burst of flavor to start.  I agree with the saying I am what I eat in that food can seriously alter my mood, and that in being a messy eater, about half of whatever I am eating usually ends up artistically displayed on my shirt.

If I am going to keep up with any of my mother’s advice in my freshman year of college, it is that I will eat breakfast.  I would like to learn to cook, to learn to make meals that do not taste good solely because of the enormous amounts of cheese they contain.  Being a freshman in college, there are not many ways for me to expand my cooking expertise.  But there is an egg cooking station.  Which is a flat stovetop that comes equipped with cartons of eggs, and many toppings.  I want to eggsperiment and find the perfect omelet, the perfect start to a day.  My first eggsperiment was not very daring, I kept it quite traditional.  It contained cheddar cheese, green and red peppers and ham, but damn was it delicious! After a few bites, it had counteracted my sleepless night, restored my body and prepared me to tackle a day of heavy reading and writing.  Much of this can probably be attributed to the three cups of coffee that accompanied my eggs, but regardless I felt invincible! The only thing left for me to do was to splash some coffee on my dress, and I was ready to go.