Salad, cheap and easy; Chemical as food

There will be months where I can't even stand the smell of a salad. And then all of a sudden I'm at the store day after day buying yet another bag of romaine, imagining how in the world I had consumed an entire bag in a day and a half. Salads are awesome cuz to me cuz I can put whatever the hell I want in them. Most people probably hate them cuz you have to chop alot or I don' know, cuz it's green food and supposedly "healthy". You should see my mom's salads. My mother's dieting and eating habits are so thwarted, her body of knowedge about what is good for you and what will make you fat is a total product of what she sees on TV and whatever crazy new diet fad is trendy. I'll try to save this for another blog but to sum it up, she thinks that adding about 1/4 cup of hazelnut liquid non-dairy Coffeemate creamer (read: churned oil products, high fructose corn syrup) into her morning coffee instead of milk and sugar. It makes me want to vomit watching her pour for like 4 seconds, and no I'm not exaggerating. She gives me this 'Please forgive me/oopsie, I overpoured, but I seem to be doing that more and more these days' giggle and the worst part is she thinks cuz it's fat free that it's ok. No. The worst part is that she justifies by saying that now she doesn't have to use sugar! OMG. Chemical as food. It's trendy now, they totally talked about it last night on Access Hollywood. Actually, the worst thing I think now is that she has cut back on rice dramatically, and has seemed to think that meat is a better substitute. This is ofcourse a decision inspired by all the low-carb bullshit. What pains me is that she literally looks at rice like its the devil (and pasta, but she didn't really like it before anyways). I find cultural blasphemy in this, and for me its a sin loatheful as a small hate crime. [ok, 'small hate crime' isn't something that exists. I used it only for shock value in a shameless effort to make my writing "pop" (I'm so sick of using and hearing that word)]. White rice is one of the most Filipino things about being Filipino. As a Fil-Am I know few sounds that would warm my culturally sensitive and very gastronomically inclined heart. One being "TAHO!", the early morning chant of a man on a tricycle hustling his fresh, warm taho (silken tofu with gingery, sweet - sometimes with tapioca balls - brown syrup). The other is the plastic click sound delivered by the spring loaded switch of a rice cooker which means that it has detected the doneness of your rice. This sound is almost unexplainable to someone who loves - no, adores - white rice, the way I do because it ofcourse means much more than the arrival of your next meal. It's what you've eaten since birth, it's what accompanies home cooked mom food, it sustains you. Sometimes I eat it plain. It's fresh and steaming a simplistic yet nostalgic aroma into your nostrils, and it eagerly awaits the sinigang you will pour over it, the adobo you will eat with it, or the soy sauce you will lightly season it with. It's there for you like a loyal dog. I could go on, but I don't wanna get emotional. Plus, I think the first tearshed of my new blogging is going to be over something else. Just a few more days ...

Man, I digress. I need to work on that... Anyways, I love chopping food. I really do. I used to cut a dozen pieces of fruit into bite-size pieces and make fruit salad and I would barely eat it. I just like cutting that much. Here's some of the crazy stuff I put in salad to make it yummy:

+ The yummy basics Romaine, tomatoes, onion
+ Other yummies Whole grapes, sliced apples, cheese, olives, lime juice

+ Easy dressing EVOO, red wine vinegar, lime juice (or any other citrus),
garlic salt, s + p More or less of each, depending on taste.
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Other thoughts of the day:
It's just astonishing how late my papers are becoming.
I can't find the duster!
I hope the new Gwen album will start to "grow on me"
I really hope that Cody doesn't have mites in his ear, I can't afford a vet bill right now. I never leave there without surrendering at least 150 dollars. grrr.