Quality on the upclimb

Excellent cabbage and apples today…one of my favorites. I was tempted by the darkside (i.e. high fat foods) today, so went with the burger and fries. I try to keep monthly french fry intake to a minimum, today it just fell apart. There were several indicators that the cooks over there are ready our blog, so here’s a shout out! See the brightly colorful and texturally arranged food I had today:

Mmm.. pot roast

Splendid.

Tender roast beef, thick gravy with carrots and celery, lunch was a pleasant digression for a Monday. The parsley potatoes were especially good. Unfortunately, I had a line behind me so I was unable to selectively pick out the crusty taters and had to grab what I could. Regardless, they were a perfect compliment to the roast beef. The zucchini was perfectly cooked, tender, and not mushy.

I hear the corn bread was excellent, but I was too full and chose the Jersey dirt instead which a wonderfully sweet ending to the meal.

A tale of two casseroles

Yesterday I went to the dining hall with a fear that “Beefaroni” would be some ghastly, inedible mix.   I think Chef Boyardee when I hear beefaroni.  But I’ve been in a comfort food mood these past weeks and was pleasantly surprised.  Nicely crusted and full of meat, tasty and edible.   It was more of a casserole than out-of-the-can ravioli.  The other nice surprise was Mexican cornbread, full of heat and goodness.  I didn’t even notice it on the menu but in checking now I see it was a Sunday treat.  Hey, how about a daily surprise entree or side dish?

Today’s comfort food was chicken broccoli casserole.  It needed a little salt and I supplemented it with a  grilled piece of chicken.  No complaints though.  I’ve found if you go over there around 12:25 or so you hit a lull, when the swarm of campers is hitting the tray conveyor belt on the way out but the Governor’s School crowd hasn’t fully shown up yet.  So the lines aren’t there, except at the sweet tea spot inconveniently located too close to the frozen yogurt (see kid swarms post.)  Come on guys, move the yogurt station to its own spot away from everything else.

Last plug is for the “lucious lemon raspberry bars” (spelling is the dining hall staff’s, not mine.)  Delicious!  And not a hint of  Splenda.  I had two.

Tomorrow is grilled prok day.  “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times…”

Today, not bad, not great, but not bad

the title says it all. i did manage to have a very brightly colored tray o’ food, with many red sauces. Jim’s tray was all muted browns. It would have been a good photo op. I did see little baseball players grabbing at each others’ food while they carried the trays (too big for them) into the dining room. I thought, that’s an accident waiting to happen, an overloaded tray full of pizza, coke, french fries and chicken fingers. At least they were putting their hands on each other’s food and not licking spigots.

Bad Karma continues/WTF??

What is it D-Hall people? do you see me coming and say “let’s get her”? Is it my bad-assed attitude or my frizzy hair? Come on, I just want a quick lunch that isn’t too fancy, to hang with my buddies and make fun of people at UR. It’s just like back in the day, when I was at VCU eating at Hibbs. Well, except maybe the food at Hibbs was mysterious and frightening. I lost a freshman 15, not the other way around.

Today’s meal was not bad. Roasted potatoes, turkey. It was all good. We are leaving, standing politely and quietly in line at the conveyer belt, when a woman employee whips the tray out of my hand, flinging what is left of my drink to the floor. When the glass hit the floor, the back splash went all over Jim and myself. She said nothing despite my quite loud “WTF” commentary. Did she not care? Was she in on the “let’s get Sarah” memo? Does she like to spray people with sweet tea? Is is just the July heat? Maybe they’d better start placing the nice cashiers at the exits so that their “honeys” and “baby’s” will soothe my wounded spirit.

Oh, and we also witnessed many small baseball players literally licking the spicket on the frozen yogurt machine. Licking the spicket is Jim’s term, not mine but it was so hilarious and the images it conveys so deadly funny, I had to write it. Now Jim, do you ever get a flavor swirl on the ice cream?