Gothic Granola

To go with this chilly weather, an end-of-April Fool’s joke, I made black bean brownies.  “Hiding” ingredients like zucchini, kale, sweet potatoes, black beans, avocado, tofu, and other such stereotypically healthy food in dessert or snackish food is one, a pastime of mine, and two, fits the genre of April Fool’s food.

Dear ones, Something possessed me to eat a spoonful of nooch at 15:30 on Monday afternoon.  I opened the jar of nutritional yeast I had bought in bulk, stuck in a spoon, and inhaled, chewed, and swallowed about a tablespoon of nooch straight up.  (No, I did not double-dip or eat over the jar.)

It’s not a cute one, the hamster, that is.  I graduate in 45 days.  Forrrrrrty-fiiiiive days.  Well, time is only going to move as quickly as it does, so I’m not wishing my life away or anything.

On to the cleaning.  I went home this weekend and cleaned out the corner of the freezer in which I have been accumulating various vegan and GF bits and bobs (i.e., the effects of the sentiment, "let’s double the recipe so I can not cook five days a week").  Mainly I had dessert detritus which would take a while to consume individually.

…Not to the tune of “Spring” by Rammstein.  That song is slow, whereas cleaning needs must be quick and efficient.   I have senioritis!  Not having to spend my Fridays…and Saturdays…and Sunday evenings on my critical paper is most freeing.  Two things I will miss about college are not having class on Fridays and having break during my birthday.

When I arrived at my grandparents’ house last night to spend the Easter weekend, I resolved to cook so much that when I took a shower, I would smell bread when the water first hits me.  When I make my gingerbread, I end up smelling like gingerbread all day, which is a very nice thing.  Were I ever to try to ensnare someone’s affections with food, I would make gingerbread in order to one, feed them, and two, make me smell nice.

The title is a reference to recovery programs; I wrote my thesis on creative recovery programs. On Monday, when I returned to campus, I had a few options: park car and think how low on gas I was for the next three days BUT have time to read, OR I could take care of it right then.  Back at school, I could do six things at once and read, OR I could sit down, proofread my thesis, and then submit it for binding.

Happy one-year anniversary to this blog!