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Hopefully tomorrow I'll have a few recipes that are more substantial but for today, I've been thinking about breakfast because whenever I go back to living without a dining hall immediately available, breakfast is always a bit of a struggle in the midst of the chaos.  

These are three recipes (recipes in the loosest sense of the word) that I make often. They all use eggs because protein is what I look for in a meal (especially breakfast) and I don't have a nice enough blender to make smoothies. They all try to get as much protein with as little effort and cost as possible. 

The first is a quick version of something I've always called eggy-weggy

You'll need:

  • At least one egg (more if you want)
  • Some bread (anything will do including stale)
  • Some cheese (optional)
  • Anything else you want to add like veggies or meat, leftovers work great here (optional)

The process of making it is pretty easy. You either cut or tear the bread into pieces and put it in a pan. You can add fat here but you don't have to if the pan is non-stick/cast iron. You toast the bread and then you add the veggies or meat if you're using them. Then you break the eggs, stir once or twice, drop in the cheese and let it cook until the eggs are done. The whole thing takes about 10 minutes if your veggies/meat is already cooked

You can also make it in the microwave. Just throw all the ingredients into a microwave safe dish and stir a couple times before cooking. I like to toast the bread if I'm going to microwave it (and I have time) but you definitely don't have to.

If you're trying to stretch the amount of eggs you have, you can also add some cottage cheese or greek yogurt or sour cream with the eggs and use more bread.

The next is a version of grilled cheese

You'll need

  • Bread
  • Eggs
  • Cheese that will melt 
  • Optional additions include caramelized onions and mustard

Beat the eggs (you can thin them out with a little water or milk to make them last longer) and put the bread in like you're making french toast. Cook your savory french toast and when it's done add the cheese and any toppings. Proceed like a normal grilled cheese.

The last is barely a recipe but when I need to get some protein fast, I'll throw an egg into a bowl of oatmeal, mix it in and microwave it. 

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 Todays six sentences come from my wip novel AWKI 3.0

"I'll have her save something for you," says Ani carefully. They're skirting around something important, but she can't for the life of her figure out what it is. She's saved from having to think of something else to say by the arrival of Elena.

"Morning," says Ani. 

Elena nods at her and allows Seb to sweep her into an embrace. Ani let's her gaze linger on her kissing friends for just a second too long before she drags her eyes back to the skyline. It's hard when everybody seems to have somebody but her. 

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This weeks Sunday Six comes from an essay on mediation because it's finals and I'm very busy. 

By now, I can slip into the place where all of my thoughts hover, ebbing and flowing in tiny eddies. I imagine my mind into a big vat of boiling sap. My thoughts foam on top and I skim them off as necessary. Below that is the roiling sea of embryonic ideas. And below that is the place where the sap turns into syrup, thickening to slow moving amber. This is where I want to be.





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Recipes
Egg masala
Bibique
Gulab Jamun
Gateau au yaourt

Other things
Legendary women writing contest
Bobbin lace pattern
A board game that my childhood best friend would have loved (thanks to ysabetwordsmith for introducing me through her links) 
My favorite song from "The Secret of Roan Inish"
Kickstarter for a super cool looking chemistry game called "Ion"

I'm in a getting things done sort of mood today. I feel at loose ends but in a way that makes me want to connect those ends rather and lay on my floor and do nothing. For instance, this morning I submitted a script to a writing contest just because I felt like it. I'm hoping I can get a lot done while this feeling lasts because that would be great. I also bought a new plant today which always makes me feel good. 
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 Making Turkish Coffee without an ibrik 
Using stones as drop spindles
Apron dress (I'd love to make one of these)
Slouchy smock dress (free pattern)
Free Japanese craft web magazine
Free Nani IRO patterns 

I'm also doing my second micro-teaching lesson today. I'm really excited about my making Facebook profiles for Shakespeare characters activity. I hope it goes well. 

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 Links:
Stand Still Stay Silent: Webcomic by Minna Sundburg 
Comic page tutorial also by Minna Sundburg 
Modern cities drawn like Tolkien's maps 
Open courses in A + P (anatomy and physiology) and biology 
100 medieval careers
Vegan ceviche 
Not sure if I also linked to my portfolio (which is very slowly being updated with both old and new work) but again won't hurt

(At some point I will do a post specifically about all the great webcomics that I read. I should probably also do one about books, because books) 

Freaking out:
I only have three more weeks of classes left! Also I got the job that I applied for, I got in the costume design for the fall (!?!) and I kinda have time to write again. Granted I'm terrified about declaring in the fall and not being able to make intermediate Russian but ... I don't know I feel like my life is going somewhere which is amazing. 

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And this has been a very long week indeed and sadly, it isn't over yet. 

I wish I had more time to write this week but It's hell week and midterms and I barely have time to breathe let alone write. It should be easier now that I finished my big research paper (yay). 

Anyway the point of this was a poem. 



The Other Way Around

It’s 4:57 on a Thursday 

And I am fresh out of poetry.

I irrationally hate the month of April 

And it’s been at least two weeks 

Since I took out the trash 

Or did any laundry

 

I’m tired of writing about tragedy.

I’m tired of living in one.

A boy named Nathan died alone in his room today.

I don’t even remember if I met him. 

We have one mutual friend.

(on Facebook if that can even be said to count) 

He’s dead and I’m still worried about

Money and that paper I haven’t written yet.

 

I’m tired of death.

A teacher who died of cancer

A fluffy white dog 

who won’t ever lick my face again

A little girl I never met

A boy who is still haunting me

Five years later

 

I’m trying to remember the steps 

To get out of bed every morning

With a smile on my face. 

(it probably starts with

getting more than four hours of sleep)

I’m doing everything out of order

Make friends, then cry on them

Wake up, then go to bed

Not the other way around

This poem belongs to me and may not be copied or reprinted without my permission
Mercy Victoria, April 2015

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The poem of the week is late this week but I'm going to pretend that it was on purpose because today is the first day of poetry month. I chose one of my favorite poems for this week instead of searching for a new one because it's Hell Week and I'm very busy. I'm so stressed that I've crossed back over into happy.

Also I'm at a place in my life where spending an hour testing the aerodynamics of foam potatoes is just another Tuesday.

A PRAYER FOR THE 21ST CENTURY
by John Marsden

May the road be free for the journey,
May it lead where it promised it would.
May the stars that gave ancient bearings
Be seen and be understood:
May every aircraft fly safely;
May every traveler be found;
May sailors in crossing the seas,
Not hear the cries of the drowned.

May gardens be wild like jungles,
May nature never be tamed.
May dangers create of us heroes,
May fears always have names.
May the mountains stand to remind us
Of what it means to be young;
May we be outlived by our daughters,
May we be outlived by our sons.

May the bombs rust away in the bunkers,
And the doomsday clock be rewound;
May the solitary scientists, working,
Remember the holes in the ground.
May the knife remain in the holder,
May the bullet stay in the gun,
May those who live in the shadows
Be seen by those in the sun.
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Because I'm not busy enough (mostly I need some form of distraction, read: life outside of school work) 

The Coming of Spring / Autumn Day-in-the-life Phobias Anhedonia (Lack of Pleasure) Illness
Liberation Fix-its Plays and Scripts The Heart of the Jungle / Forest Truth serums, Truth spells, and Truth drugs
Fear / Terror Biography / Autobiography Wild CardPoetry Relaxation
Scars It Wasn't Meant to Be Feudal Ties / Master and Servant Alternative Professions Crossover: TV shows and movies
Team Mates Desert Trauma Imprisonment Crime Lord




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 This is from Working Title: As We Know It (and that is in fact the working title) 

Ms. Ash often said that Ani was a dreamer. Devi said that Ani would rather live in the past and the future. Ksenia said Ani just liked to make herself miserable. That last one had sparked a three day long fight and as such, the subject was now carefully avoided in conversation as much as possible. As far as Ani was concerned, it was just the way that she was. She couldn’t imagine only seeing what she was doing.

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 Poem of this week:

The Cappuccino Life
by Jen Karetnick
 
The dead eat with their fingers,
dismembering poppy seed muffins,
 
pinning crumbs to the table like correct
answers to crossword puzzles.
 
Skeletons heat their hands on cups
of soy latte and chai tea. Unearthed,
 
they snake panini sandwiches
from state-of-the-art ovens
 
without tongs. At Cafe Posada,
they troll the newspapers, reading
 
about Christmas rituals in Latin
America, the geography of Poland,
 
the 1330 battle in the Hungarian-
Wallachian Wars, until their bones
 
burn with ink. But even then,
they leave no identifying prints.
 
From Brie Season, Kelsay Books, 2014. 

Poem of last week:

Keeping It Simple
BY MARY RUEFLE
 
I take the bird on the woodpile,
separate it from its function, feather
by feather. I blow up its scale.
I make a whole life out of it:
everywhere I am, its sense of loitering
lights on my shoulder.
 
Mary Ruefle, “Keeping It Simple” from memling’s veil, published by University of Alabama Press. Copyright © 1982 by Mary Ruefle.

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 Today is Pi Day. As it happens, this is an extra special Pi Day because the date reads 3/14/15. As such, I'm making pie.

Appleberry pie from Jaimie Oliver 
Apple and mixed berry crumble
Apple and plum pie
Strawberry brown butter betty 

Other things
Essay writing contest for an inn in Maine 
Redesign of Marvel's Scarlett Witch by Belinda Morris 
Griddle Scones
Irish soda bread with walnuts 

Links

Mar. 7th, 2015 03:42 pm
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 Two articles I liked this week. I have more but right now I have to get back to my lesson planning. 

One about a suicidal teenager who's mother began to leave her poetry and one about Indian food

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