My name is Margaret. I have zero dollars and a lot of ideas. I’m a college senior in upstate New York. I just moved into a shabby white house with my three best friends. We like cute things and when I’m not taking classes I like to fill my house with them. I cook, I clean, I garden, and I decorate. Here’s how I do it with minimal income and time.
Hi! So, I guess this is my first post on this here blog. I guess some of the stuff in the “about me” is right now technically a lie, but soon enough it won’t be—we’re hoping to move in in fewer than 20 days! Anyway, sometimes I think that the things my pals and I do around my house are sort of cool, and I want to share them with my other (faraway//internet) pals, and I also want to remember the stuff I make/grow/cook for myself. I think beauty, good food, and a calm life can be achieved even when you’re a broke college kid. Granted, I’m not that broke (thanks, work-study), and I’m not in an average college-kid housing (thanks, realty in this lovely little town), but I like doing things with minimal waste and minimal dollars. I’m not sure what my exact intentions with this here blog are right now, but I hope you’ll join me on this journey.
Basically, I love anything whose main ingredients are tomato and basil. Before I gave up cheese, I was totally content to eat tomato, basil and mozzarella sandwiches every day—and I usually did, in the summer, at least. We always had basil and usually tomatoes straight from the garden.
I thought my caprese days were over until a girl in one of my classes brought us bruschetta one night. Bruschetta! I’d totally forgotten about bruschetta. Now it’s my favorite warm-weather meal—totally easy and lo-maintenance, especially since we usually have all the ingredients ready to throw together.
Today I had two exams and two papers due, so was feeling particularly stressed. It doesn’t help that we’re in the process of moving—three days! Everything’s in shambles, the kitchen is half packed (“where are knives?” “in the blender, in a glass, in a napkin”), things just feel gross and wrong; we’re on a packing-diet for the next few days, and aren’t particularly happy about it.
We basically just preheated the oven, cut the bread, and got to chopping (actually, we were out of vinegar, so I had to dash to the store to get some, so my beautiful friends/housemates did most of the chopping)—pretty piles of tomatoes, onions, garlic, and basil. All the best things. And this is one of those meals that makes me feel good after I eat it—it’s just healthy things cut up into tiny squares. Now I just have to resist the sour patch kids I’m wont to eat during finals.