I have recently started cooking adventurously again. And by adventurously I mean recipes and food that I am not already comfortable or familiar with. This looks like I’ll need to buy another piece of kitchen hardware, but I think it will be well worth it!
Originally posted on Burlap and Butter Knives:
I love Hummus, really love it. It is healthy, delicious and versatile. You can be “naughty” and dip chips in it, or go “healthy” and use vegetables or homemade crostini. Whichever you choose as your “transportation vessel” for this tasty snack, there is no reason to keep buying Hummus at the store when you can make your own for a fraction of the cost, and in about 10 minutes!
The recipe here is for a very basic Hummus, but like all the varieties you see stocked on the shelves of your local supermarket, you can flavor it however you want. If artichokes are your passion, throw some in! If Siracha is your pleasure, throw a tablespoon in! lemon, roasted garlic, fresh garlic, spinach, pine nuts, olives, the possibilities are endless for how you can flavor your hummus.
Work. We have experienced it (I hope). If you’re doing what you love, you gotta enjoy it. If you’re not doing what you love, you probably hate it. However, if you’re stuck somewhere in between where you’re doing what you love, but something just seems to be interfering with your love for the work, you’re stuck in a real life purgatory.
Sorry for the gruesome image. I needed some dramatic effect. I’m actually not religious at all.
The issue with my personal purgatory seems to be the environment. The people and the work are just dandy, but it’s the work space I can’t seem to deal with. I assure you I do not work in awful conditions. The building is always heated and cooled when necessary, there is a working toilet, a workout room is provided complete with showers, and we even have brand new desks and desks chairs. The entire floor I’m working on has actually just been rebuilt before I was moved there. This is the gem though. You need to ask yourself, “Why was it just rebuilt?” Of course no one bothers to ask because no one cares. But this my friends, is going to lead to a fact that will be the main contributor of my love/hate relationship with work.
The reason the floor I’m working on was rebuilt is because a while ago it was severely damaged due to a flood which at that time had reached levels higher than the ceiling of the floor I’m working on. Woop-dee-doo.
(sarcastically) “We’re going to put you on this floor that looks wonderful because it flooded really badly before. We hope you enjoy it! Oh and by the way, the windows are 1 foot by 2 feet large and sit eight feet above the ground so you can’t see the light of day until you finish your work and leave for the day.”
Wonderful. Simply wonderful. I find solace in the desk lighting that I have. Although it is not the glowing yellow of the sun shining outside, I can at least fool myself into thinking that this basement is not a prison and that I am in fact basking in the warm wonderfulness of the outside light.
Sometimes I wonder if my co-workers feel the same. I don’t say anything because I don’t want to be the whiner, but a girl has to wonder sometimes.
At least I like the work. That’s half the battle. The pay isn’t that bad either.
This defined my current life situation pretty quickly.
Originally posted on Doctor Quack:
When I turned twenty, I was under the impression that life was going to be a party for the next ten years. I was sorely mistaken. You see… I was warned about a couple things: my metabolism will decrease, I’ll get fatter, academic work will get harder, I’ll have to pay taxes; but there are a lot of things no one warned me about.
So I have written this list, projecting my personal experiences onto my fellow twenty-something friends and colleagues who are themselves possibly struggling with the same things I struggle with in this deeply confusing decade we call our twenties.
1. Twenties are the new teens.