I broke the cake

I’m sure all the home bakers have seen this:


Well, I’ve done that. Today, even though it’s Lent, I may have surpassed this. I added 8oz of cream cheese, with the number of called for eggs, and replaced the milk with cream. The recipe didn’t call for oil/butter, which I didn’t include. The batter is fudge.


I’m sure it tastes bomb. Oh, I dusted the bottom with cocoa powder after gooping it with vegetable solids. I call it veggie lard.


Peas, please


See the problem with my sugar snap peas? Guess I have to eat them quickly this week. Good deal, though, from the 99¢ store. I view them as a harbinger of spring. 75°F feels like summer.

A frugal dinner

Salmon curry with wild rice; cocktail of personal choice.

1 can of salmon
1/3 cup of plain yogurt
1/4 cup mix of chopped green onions & cilantro.
2 tbs oil (veggie, sunflower, etc) mixed with the following
  1/2 tsp tumeric
  1/4 ginger
  Pepper to taste
  Curry to taste
3 cloves garlic minced/pressed
1/2 onion chopped

Curry: spices, yogurt, oil
Salmon: drained, rinsed & drip dry

In 1 pan cook onion til translucent, add garlic. Then add salmon.

Another pan: oil, spices, blend yogurt. Taste, add more if wanted. Pour green onions & shallots on top. (Optional: lime juice). Set aside.

Make rice per instructions.
Put finished rice in bowl bottom. Mix salmon with curry, pour on top.



small changes, small steps

Yesterday I ate breakfast (1 donut & 1 12oz coffee), lunch & dinner (frozen asian dinner microwave thing).

Ate 2 donuts & a 16oz coffee for breakfast this morning. Went light on lunch, since eating food is new. Felt sick around 3pm.

Chopped off another 4 inches of hair and dyed it mahogany red-brown. (here)  And will be doing dinner & Faith Sharing with friends.  I made Asian stir-fry. All veggies, garlic & ginger. =)

A Pair of Rants

I am contemplating a permanent move from my Xanga blog to here on Blogger. Xanga has begun in recent years to foster “-ish” sites like ManCouch which is often derogatory towards women and is the ole boys club; Datingish which frequently discusses what base to be on at which date or cohabitation; Revelife which is Christian, but antagonistic towards Catholics, etc. Then this week Mathematicalbagpiper, a fellow Xangan, faked a suicide note.
Not the best of reasons for why Xanga is the right community to stay in, although I have been there since 2004. I like the people I subscribe to and read on a daily basis, but between the ish sites, the boys crying ‘wolf’, and the general other kinds of trash on Xanga, there’s little to really keep me there. Why would I want to align myself with something like that?
I do not have a problem getting a job, any job, in order to earn some money. What my parents are unaware of is that I was a kettle worker/bell ringer for the Salvation Army in December for 7.5 hours per day every day for $8/hour; rain or shine. So my mother tells my dad this morning “Tell Meg to go to H&M for a job application; and tell her not to be embarrassed.” Excuse me? Embarrassed? I’m beyond embarrassment, humiliation, or anything else! In fact, I’m almost proud enough to say, “Hey, my health care social work job market is so bad, that I worked as a bell ringer for the Salvation Army to earn a little cash! Take that!”
With that being my attitude, I’m further injured by the fact I have to ask my dad for gas money. I got $20 on Monday, and again I requested gas money today. Let’s do a little math.
At $3.079/gallon, $20 gives me 6.45 gallons of gasoline.
Essentially I get 25 miles/gallon: 161.25
Each day this week I have driven up to Culver City where I take classes at West LA City College. The commute from my house to there is 23.2 miles.
I drove straight to campus and back on Monday and Wednesday:
Round Trip: 23.2 x 2 = 46.4 miles
2 Round Trips: 92.8 miles
On Tuesday I drove to campus: 23.2 miles, then the next 12.9 miles to an apartment near USC for dinner, then back down to home to sleep, another 25.6 miles.
In total, I drove 92.8 miles on Monday and Wednesday, and an additional 61.7 miles on Tuesday.
In total I drove 154.5 miles in three days; according to the ideal gas consumption I should have another 6.75 miles in my tank available to me, which I used this morning to drive to the gas station, 2.2 miles from my house.
So, why the presumption by my father that I’m wasting gas money?
Let’s not even begin to ponder the fact that I only get money for gasoline and nothing for food. That’s right, the days I leave the house without food in tow, I don’t eat. How’s this, I pulled the last $20 from my account (before the bank charges me overage), three weeks ago. I used $10 on dinner out with friends (think I’m able to afford a $5 tip?!? Hah!) and the remainder of it went towards buying beer – for beer bread that is quickly becoming popular for me to bring to potlucks. I used the last of those $20 on soup last week for dinner on Thursday evening (my parents were out of town), and $1.68 for medium fries on Monday for dinner. I had fries for dinner, until I could get home and eat something more substantial at 9:30pm.
Want to add insult to injury? My dad wants me to pay him back for every $20 I ‘borrowed’ from him to pay my cell phone, gas & food money (back when I got $ for food) in undergrad, grad school, and my current time of unemployment. I’ll save you the trouble – its more than $14,400.
And I’m supposed to pay off $50,000+ in student loans for getting a Master degree.
Don’t complain to me about money, unless you’re more broke than me.