Business as Usual.

Today was a day of mysteries. Not really, the only mystery was that of the broccoli at dinner, but more about that later. We've got business to discuss, but before that too: Cloverfield! What a crazy, but awesome movie! I went into to it expecting greatness, knowing that Lost's creator made this too, but also fearing utter crap, remembering the American remake of Godzilla a few years back. It was not what I expected, but great nonetheless. The only problem was that, like Lost, it eschewed (nice word for a food blog, no? es...chewed?) actual answers in favor of the awesomeness of the mysterious. Where the hell did the monster come from? Was it just hungry...for buildings? Who knows! Regardless, it was pretty cool.

And now, business: in threating Ian's position on the blog last week I alluded to the possibility of a certain Anna Mathew joining the team. I think we can all agree she'd be a valuable addition and would fit right into whatever this is. The only issue I had was that she would bring our number to 7 which, while the luckiest number, would also mean each of us would end up continuously writing one on certain day every week. That could have it's own merits but I think it's much better that we always end up with different days (especially when it comes to the weekend). So. What say ye members out there to an idea proposed by none other than the Professor himself, Nesto the Great, that we go through the 7-writer cycle like normal and then take the 8th day off all God-like and all. It might sound confusing but worry not, it'd be taken care of and it would be smooth as a baby's butt after being sautéed in butter (people do it.) In the interest of democracy and all that crap, let's take a unanimous vote via comment. Now that I'm done with that business, on to the real business, the proverbial meat and potatoes of this post.

Breakfast: Let's face it, I'm in college. I go to sleep in the wee hours (if ever) and then wake up later in the wee hours for an 8:30 anthropology class. Do you see any time in there for sleep, let alone breakfast? Me neither.

Lunch: For lunch I had a slice of pizza and some French fries. Nothing interesting but still good.

Dinner: Here's where things got interesting. I went to the healthy dining hall for dinner because the other one was full and my supposed friends had already eaten. The healthy food's actually usually very good - it's not healthy so much as it has more of a homemade flavor to it. I got some mashed potatoes, some curry chicken of course, and then what's this? broccoli? Sure, I love broccoli, I'll have some of that, I like feeling like a giant terrorizing a forest. But no! Something was wrong with this broccoli! What was wrong with this broccoli?! It tasted fine, good even, but wtf? Whoever finds out what was wrong with this broccoli and whether I'm going to turn into a mutated Popeye gets a free high five.