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Whenever I listen to the Decembrists, I can’t help but think back to all the really horrible food I cooked for myself when I was a junior in college. About the same time I discovered their music, I frequently cooked a dish that I dubbed “Eggs Snow”, which involved scrambling eggs in milk and then eating them in a bowl with a slice of white bread at the bottom.
I know. Disgusting. I was a terrible cook. Still am, in fact, but I haven’t cooked anything in a long time. Though if I did, I’m sure my dishes would be better, if only because now I don’t have to solely rely on the meager selection of my dorm’s mini mart for all my shopping needs.
I know. Disgusting. I was a terrible cook. Still am, in fact, but I haven’t cooked anything in a long time. Though if I did, I’m sure my dishes would be better, if only because now I don’t have to solely rely on the meager selection of my dorm’s mini mart for all my shopping needs.