Oh cookie dough ice cream, how you complete me.
While there are so many flavors to choose from, and I like most of them, I simply cannot resist the good old cookie-dough-chocolate-chips-and-vanilla-ice-cream combo. My mom came home with a bunch of the mini-cups and said "look what I found, they're diet sized!" Not quite. So much for the progress I had made in the last few weeks. I guess I'll restart when school does. I hope the roomies are ready for some healthy-eating if they want what I'll be making for meals.
Speaking of cooking, on the days when I haven't been working this break, I have been trying to cook dinner for my family as much as possible. Today, I had two soups working at once, really testing my multi-tasking skills. They turned out really good, especially in the bread bowls i struggled with. Making them wasn't hard, but finding 7 of the right kind of bread in town today was a chore, and i snatched up every last suitable round loaf.
Everyone seemed to like the soups, a yummy broccoli-cheddar and a comforting white chili. With all this rain, which i absolutely LOVE, nothing sounded better than soup, and it was amazing. I love cooking and try to do it every chance I get. My family tells me I should go to culinary school, which would love to someday, but my cousin's a chef and he says there's no money in it unless you actually own the restaurant, which is also something I would love to do someday. So while I'm full of "somedays", I'll just continue living vicariously through Guy Fieri.
I think maybe I'll dedicate a part of this blog to food. I'll post some easy yummy recipes or something. Yay. Now I have some sort of a direction with this thing.
Oh, and lastly, I was verbally assaulted by my 5 year old nephew this evening.
He may look sweet and innocent. Looks can be deceiving. He's vicious. There's no such thing as play fighting with him. He throws elbows, knees, kicks, punches, headbutts, bends fingers, pulls hair. Were playing nintendo wii earlier and he kept yelling at me for things he thought I was doing wrong in his Indiana Jones game, even when it was the right way to go. Like hardcore screaming at me. All my years in sports and I had never been berated like this munchkin was dishing out. This kid won't let himself be wrong. I guess thats why everyone calls him my mini-me, and says how much like me he is. What a lucky kid!
Well, I guess that's all for now. Maybe I won't wait a week next time...
And remember: If we aren't supposed to eat animals, then why are they made of meat?
