Today I cooked an easy dinner at my apartment that I assume I will be making a lot. Super simple, super tasty.
I boiled pasta, specifically Wegmans Gluten Free Penne. I fried up chicken breast in some extra virgin olive oil. Last, but not least, I added my Tomato Pesto sauce also made by Wegmans. Like I said, very easy! Not something I want to make everyday or anything, but the sauces are interchangeable and its fail proof. I'm not the best chef and have a small variety of things I can actually make. This means, anyone can make this meal! Even in a dorm room :) *Side note- cute paper plate, right? #CollegeProbs
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So Friday night at about 8 pm I awoke from a nap to realize I needed to eat dinner before I head off to work at 10 pm. I started to look around at my options and realized I didn't have many, but I did have a frozen steak.
I was following all of the instructions my mother was texting me, but what I didn't realize was that the stove burner was turned up pretty high when I was cooking. I started to make my steak and it got very smoky and I continued to get more and more concerned that I was going to set the fire alarm in my apartment off. I burnt one side of the steak and decided to cut off that part and try again. I was hard core struggling, you could say. I don't know why I thought I would get away with making this steak and not setting off the alarm. Obviously, the fire alarm started to go off at around 9 pm. The thing with fire alarms on campus is that, if one alarm goes off in a room, the entire building needs to be evacuated. Even if there's not actually a fire. Then campus security has to come and look at the fire alarm for some reason. And then the fire chief and a fire truck have to come. Every time the fire alarm goes off. No matter what. So you can imagine how embarrassed I was of this entire situation! I'm standing outside while all of my peers look around wondering "Who did it this time?" and then they all find out. Everyone was really nice about it and forgave me, but I still felt bad. The highlight of the whole situation was when the firemen came out of my apartment and complimented my steak. At around 9:30pm I said to myself, "screw it" and I sat down at my kitchen table and ate my steak that ruined my night. Why am I telling you all of this? So you know, s**t happens. You've got to go with it. Yes, it was embarrassing, but it could have happened to anyone. Just make sure to watch what heat level your burners are at, please. NonI attend Roberts Wesleyan College in Chili, NY. Going into my freshman year, my mother and I spoke to several people about how my diet was going to be handled. I was told the selection of gluten free food in the cafeteria would be great, just like what the other students would be eating. This was a lie.
They had a "Gluten Free Zone" in Garlock, the building we call our cafeteria. In the "Gluten Free Zone" was this: individually wrapped slices of bread (and they were very crumbly, could only survive after being toasted), the occasional bagged muffin, the occasional bagged cookie (both of which disappeared quickly because non-gluten free eaters wanted them too, obviously), two choices of cereal (corn chex and chocolate chex), sometimes there would be waffle mix, and lastly there was one meal choice that had one meat, one carb (usually), and one vegetable. I should mention that the meal we were given was generally not good. What did the other students have, you might be wondering. Everyday they had several types of pizza, pasta, French fries, hot dogs, hamburgers, a sandwich bar (we could also use the sandwich bar but it was cross contaminated no matter how much they prevented it), a salad bar (we could use this too, but it was not very big), pasta salads, a buffet that changed daily (we could eat here sometimes, but had to ask the staff about it), and lastly they also had the meal we had in the "Gluten Free Zone", but with gluten. The first semester was hard for me. I spent a lot of time figuring out how to handle my new eating situation, if I should make food for myself or suffer in Garlock, keeping in mind I had already been put on an expensive meal plan. I shed many tears over this situation. When you're going hungry and you're experiencing the stress of being a music student on top of that, you have some break downs here and there. None of my friends could understand, although I'm grateful for how supportive most of them were, regardless, I was alone. My second semester is when things started to turn around I guess you could say. I accepted the fact that this was my situation. I had sandwiches for many meals, and usually it was the same sandwich because of the lack of variety in the sandwich bar. I became friends with the woman working the sandwich bar even, she's an amazing lady. I also took hot dogs or hamburgers from the other kids' food bar. I'm sure this was cross contaminated, but I didn't have much choice. So where am I at right now? Now, I have been given an apartment by the school. The apartment is on campus and has a kitchen just for my roommates and I. I am very thankful for the school letting me have this apartment. I am currently working on campus over the summer, so I get to stay in the apartment for the summer as well. So far, so good! I'm making my own food, I'm getting rid of my meal plan, and I'm excited. Maybe I'll have a better experience this coming semester. And that is what I'll be writing about in this blog; how this ends up going for me, and I plan to be 100% honest about it. So please follow me in my journey of my sophomore year at college! |
AuthorSabrina DeVos, 22 Archives
August 2019
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