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alixtiiI made a massive salad last night. 3 lbs. of chicken, nearly 2 lbs. of pasta, 0.25 lbs. of fresh bay scallops, six strips of bacon (crumbled), a crown of brocolli (chopped up into mini florets) and then full bags (albeit often smallish bags) of: romaine lettuce, sunflower seeds, scalloped carrots, sundried tomatoes, and shredded cheeses (mix of provolone, asiago, mozzarella). Plus an entire bottle of lite Caesar dressing (most of which was used for cooking the chicken and scallops in, I should be clear, rather than for dressing the salad as such.)
The idea is that it should last me a while, and I can take it to work for lunch and such.
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deliriumdriver may have actually had my Chicken Caesar Pasta Salad (although not with quite so many fixings) before, although on the other hand I think she may have arrived at CU too late for that (I think I made it for the Newman dinner my sophomore year, before she showed up?).
Anyway, it is delicious.
I love chicken because you can do stuff like that with it. Throw it and your choice of dressing in a frying pan (use different dressings for different flavors, so you never get bored), possibly add vegetables, and then serve it on whatever: pasta, rice, lettuce, a roll, a tortilla, whatever. There's pretty much an infinite number of permutations, you've only dirted the one pan (unless you made pasta or rice, in which case two), and you'd never get bored. (Wait, I already said that.)
Chicken dishes totally kept me fed all through the second half of college (the Alixtii cooking half, as opposed to the Alixtii stuffing his face at the dining hall half).
There is a reason why chicken is the default white meat against which the Other is defined. It's the white heterosexual male of the meat world.
And it tastes like everything, possibly because the Matrix designers lost the file.
. . .
ETA: Speaking of The Matrix, the Putnam geek in me is actually sort of excited that there is now a brain in a vat virtual gift. Have I mentioned lately how genius his refutation of idealism in Reason, Truth, and History really is? *fangirls Hilary Putnam*
. . .
ETA2: This article by ACLU-NJ executive director Deborah Jacobs actually made me tear up (admittedly not hard to do, as I am a crybaby). A profile of courage that, say, certain social networking companies that begin with a number less than seven and more than five might learn from.
. . .
The thing about having this icon (the Kitty/Emma icon this post is using as of this writing) as my default is that I see it a lot. And every time I see it it makes me very happy.
This is a good things.
The idea is that it should last me a while, and I can take it to work for lunch and such.
deliriumdriver may have actually had my Chicken Caesar Pasta Salad (although not with quite so many fixings) before, although on the other hand I think she may have arrived at CU too late for that (I think I made it for the Newman dinner my sophomore year, before she showed up?).Anyway, it is delicious.
I love chicken because you can do stuff like that with it. Throw it and your choice of dressing in a frying pan (use different dressings for different flavors, so you never get bored), possibly add vegetables, and then serve it on whatever: pasta, rice, lettuce, a roll, a tortilla, whatever. There's pretty much an infinite number of permutations, you've only dirted the one pan (unless you made pasta or rice, in which case two), and you'd never get bored. (Wait, I already said that.)
Chicken dishes totally kept me fed all through the second half of college (the Alixtii cooking half, as opposed to the Alixtii stuffing his face at the dining hall half).
There is a reason why chicken is the default white meat against which the Other is defined. It's the white heterosexual male of the meat world.
And it tastes like everything, possibly because the Matrix designers lost the file.
. . .
ETA: Speaking of The Matrix, the Putnam geek in me is actually sort of excited that there is now a brain in a vat virtual gift. Have I mentioned lately how genius his refutation of idealism in Reason, Truth, and History really is? *fangirls Hilary Putnam*
. . .
ETA2: This article by ACLU-NJ executive director Deborah Jacobs actually made me tear up (admittedly not hard to do, as I am a crybaby). A profile of courage that, say, certain social networking companies that begin with a number less than seven and more than five might learn from.
. . .
The thing about having this icon (the Kitty/Emma icon this post is using as of this writing) as my default is that I see it a lot. And every time I see it it makes me very happy.
This is a good things.