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Roasted Tomato Bruschetta

There’s something I find intoxicating about tomatoes in the summer. They’re supple, juicy, tender, vibrant, crisp, and everything a tomato should be. I’ve loved tomatoes for as long as I can remember. I adore them in sliced form, sweetly sandwiched between deli meats and cheeses, all bundled together within two layers of fresh bread. I rejoice in finding them within salads, nestled between the smooth and subtle ridges of iceberg lettuce. You’ll never see me resist from having a really hearty tomato soup or sauce. And you can bet that on a cool, but sunny summer day, a wonderfully roasted tomato bruschetta (with all its warm yet refreshing flavors) is something I pine for.
Especially when this summer day involves a whole lot of moving around! My previous roommate and I have decided once again that we belong under the same roof. In fact, we’ve also come to the conclusion that another coworker/friend was destined to live with us, too. So, amidst all the apartment-hunting, box-packing, and furniture-shopping, having a piece of crusty french bread topped with a savory tomato, basil, garlic, and parmesan bruschetta is the perfect breath of fresh air. Not to mention, so is the view from our gorgeous apartment. Pictures coming soon!
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Canned Pork Chops.

I know it sounds completely unappetizing, but I promise it isn’t. That isn’t even the actual name of the dish although it easily could be. As I’ve mentioned once in a previous entry, canned foods are vital to the average college student’s diet. Fresh and organic ingredients are, at times, unattainable luxuries and due to the high prices of such luxuries, I am often forced to compromise…But, there’s no need to fret for taste is definitely not something I compromise, ever. So, as I was saying, canned foods are the ultimate source of sustenance for the economically challenged. Regardless of its association to poverty and what not, it holds so much personal value. To me, it represents convenience, preservation and ultimately survival in whatever manner you want to take it.

Seriously, people, don’t you just hate it when you go grocery shopping and buy fresh produce only to let it rot because life got in the way? Yes, you know this has happened to you too. It is impossible to avoid the inevitable and yet while we, by nature, are made resilient and able to thrive off adversity, our poor little fridge friends are quite the opposite. As we get stronger and wiser day by day through our incessant experiences and obstacles, whatever you bought and stored in the fridge is only curdling, perishing, withering and wrinkling with time. It breaks my heart every time I neglect to utilize newly purchased produce and am then forced to say farewell..*sigh*


Luckily, that teary parting never occurs with reliable canned goods!
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Cobb-ulously Improvised.

Anyway, back to being narcissistic (for today, at least). The members of my household, myself included, have become increasingly self-conscious due to some recently realized and undoubtedly unwanted weight gain. We are getting quite chubbalicious (chubby from delicious delicacies), if you know what I mean. Hence, we have decided to start eating healthier. Well, for the time being or however long my junk food-loving body can withstand. Seriously – I kid you not, I am currently having withdrawals.

While the silly BF has somehow gotten the idea that he can succeed in doing the “Master Cleanse” (also known as the “Beyonce diet”), the roommate and I are slightly more sane – I mean, realistic. Just to fill you in, the “Master Cleanse” is some sort of detox diet that consists of sipping on a lemonade concoction for about 10 days. Think that sounds easy?  I forgot to tell you that it’s all you are allowed to consume. Food is absolutely out of the question. This “lemonade” is composed of water, real lemon juice, maple syrup and cayenne pepper. Basically, it’s self-induced anorexia. Okay, scratch that. That’s a little extreme. However, it definitely takes an immense amount of self-discipline to successfully accomplish such a daunting task. I have not yet mastered this sense of self-discipline and don’t tell, but neither has the BF. Sorry babe, but as of right now, I don’t think either of us will be seeing those sexy Beyonce curves anytime soon.
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