Easy, No Bake, Oven Toaster Lasagna

Ingredients :

• ground beef
• tomato sauce
• tomato paste
• actual diced tomato
• onion
• black olives
• garlic 
• black pepper
• Cheese sauce from a Kraft mac and cheese packet
• Heavy Cream
• Quickmelt, Parmesan or Mozarella cheese (if you have it  sosyal)
• Shitake Mushrooms
• Parsley

Preparation:

• Pre-cook all the ingredients before assembling on the aluminum pan
• Just layer and top with cheese and parsley, cover with foil and pop in the toaster oven.
• Remove the foil.
• Toast again to get burnt cheese.  

If you want you can make a lot, store it in the fridge, and have lasagna in 15 minutes.

The Peach Story

After 22 years of total shameless ignorance, I finally decided to solve the mystery head-on. At S&R a few weeks ago, I marched up to the Fruits Section and picked up a peach.

"Soo," I said, while stroking my chin, "THIS is a peach."

I'm kidding, Of course I didn't do that. I just dropped it into our cart and went on. I didn't let on, though, I was really REALLY excited to have bought a peach. Yes yes, it was my first time to see an actual peach, (shame on me!) and I was surprised by a number of things about it:

•  A peach is, really, fuzzy. Body Shop wasn't fabricating when they gave one of their fragrances the name "Fuzzy Peach." It was one of my favorite scents until the bastards pulled it out of their shelves. 
• Peaches are pretty large. If you look at the labels of canned peaches, the fruit looks as though it’s about the size of a small fist. That isn't true. A peach is probably as large as a Fuji Apple.
• They don't smell like anything aren’t the least bit fragrant.

This needless preoccupation with the fruit is all Kelvin's fault. For a good number of years, I was pretty convinced that canned peaches were the real deal, or if they weren't, then perhaps they didn't taste all that different from fresh peaches. That sure was an effective scheme to keep a curious kid at bay. But you see, some schemes always collapse at some point.

And that particular one did a few years ago, when I was watching TLC with him. During a commercial break, I asked him if he ever ate an actual peach (Note: As a kid, he lived in the States).

"Sure," he said. "But they're very different from canned peaches."

"They are??" I was surprised. "So how do they taste like?"

He made a face. "They taste lousy."

"OH, come on!!!" I sat up. "They can't be THAT bad. Aren't they sweet? Or gritty like pears?"

"They're bland. They taste lousy. I never liked it."

Okay. And so when we left S&R  that afternoon, I sped back to the our house, took out the peach, and began peeling it. I wasn't even sure if it is really appropriate to peel the said fruit, or if peach-peel is edible, but I was pretty sure I don’t want all those fuzzy peach-peel inside my mouth. Then, I took a  bite.

Kelvin is a big ass liar!!!! I though. So, I got my phone from my bag and called him up.

"HELLO?" He barked after a few rings.

"Hey, Kelvs."

"Good afternoon,Tin. How are you?"

"Oh, I'm good." He can get so formal sometimes.

"Guess what, I bought a peach today. I found one in S&R and --" I was chewing and my mouth full of the fruit. "--and I'm eating it right now."

He laughed. Really? That's nice. So how is it?"

"Oh, it's really good!!." It actually wasn't 'really' god, just good, but I wanted my opinion of the fruit to be as dramatic as his. "It tastes like apples, doesn't it? Not quite as spongy as apples are, peaches are a lot fleshier."

"Good, good. You bought it in S&R?"

“Yup.” Then I looked at the peach in my hand. "You told it tasted lousy. It doesn't. Oh god, this stuff's really good." Then I wondered briefly if I was overdoing it. Sure, peaches taste good, but you don't say "oh god" while eating it. Dammit, I was beginning to sound like a royal dork. "By the way, I also bought a bag of grapes, apples, lots of lettuce, tomatoes, and carrots. You'll be happy to know that I eat vegetables now, especially carrots."

"That's very good!!." He probably still thinks I'm 10 years old. Either that or he thinks I’m one of our family dogs. "It's good that you're eating vegetables now. And fruits are really nice, you know."

"Well, so there you go." I paused for a bit. "But peaches do taste like apples, don't you think?"

"Yes, yes they do." He grunted. "But I don't like apples, anyway. I never liked them."

He is hopeless.

Farewell, Freelancing Ho World

On Wednesday, I will schedule a meeting with my immediate superior to pass my articles, and also, to promptly tell that I’m done with freelancing. You see, I duked it out in the freelancing for about a year. I got intimate with my laptop for 5 hours a day (sometimes more) and smiled patiently whenever I am with my employer.

(Me to my friends) “Oh my god, My boss thinks so highly of himself and intentionally mispronounces all these words. HAHAHAHA”

(me to my boss) “oh ♫ HELLO there, boss! ♪ I have kwento for youuuuu!!♫“

I swear, there is no end to my insincerity. 

For almost a year, I have also tolerated the  pompous, self-satisfied buzz of my employers. Can you imagine the courage I take to read emails from them that talk endlessly about “moving forward” to “best practices", ESPECIALLY when they're used within the most ill-fitting contexts? 

I sometimes get emails that would say, “Unfortunately, it is not our best practice to feature this. Regarding the issue, we can ask one of our writers bla blah testicles testicles. Moving forward, I hope blah blah gonorrhea.” It makes me want to throw coffee in their direction, and congratulate them for sounding like big professional dickheads.

Anyhoot, I’m going back to school, (Hence, the title of this blog); it’s a lot of work (It is a miracle actually that I found this swatch of time to start ANOTHER blog. ) And it’s good to know that I’m working on for something I can care about.

I’m turning 23 this year. For the first time in many years, I actually have no idea what's going to happen to me in the near future. Nothing is certain. And after this month nothing will be the same again. It's exciting and scary and confusing all at the same time. I'm still trying to cope up with this reality, but slowly I'm getting there. I really have no choice.

Future, Please be kind. Because, I am finally moving forward towards best practices. 

Barf bag, please!

Not Another Blog

Okay, So I decided to make a blog yet again, I have 3 other blogs (this included) which I don't normally write to on a regular basis. What is there to say? that i have successfully PCRed a looping protein designed out of the plasmid, so I can subclone it to another plasmid. I guess, it mysteriously dissappeared?

Who would be interested enough to read it anyway? I'm not the type who tells everyone "hey, i have a blog! you should read it. don't forget to leave a comment."  let's just say i'm not that confident in broadcasting my uber pathetic writing skills to the whole world. Ironically, I need to hone my writing skills if I would want to succeed in my chosen field.

Writing blogs reminds me of a requirement in a highschool writing class, except that you write it on a notebook (hence, it's called journal writing) and submit it to your teacher every week. I could remember forcing myself to write something the day before the weekly submission that is worth four entries. Heck, I sometimes make up stories Just so I can submit something! Since somebody else is reading your so-called journal and you have your full name written on the cover, most of us would tend to write impersonal stuff. But now, with the advent of blog, everybody can write anything, and they can just hide under one or two pseudonyms.

What's my point? nothing really. Geezus, what the heck am i talking about here? Anyway, there goes my introduction. Hello, Blogger.