
Then, along came tests. Not the run-of-the-mill, I can pass this with my eyes closed tests, but the ones that you have to start studying a week in advance and stress about until you think your eyes are going to bleed. I had one a week for my two hardest classes. Finally, I snapped. I needed real food, damn it. It was down to either wings and a beer at Hooter’s or tuna steak and a beer at Outback. Luckily, I went to neither. Instead, I ordered a tuna steak and fresh broccoli.


This is the food I nearly had sex with.

A little ginger dressing to swab the tuna steak in and several servings of asparagus sautéed in butter made me a happy girl. This was the start of good eating around here. The whole Olive Garden vibe followed; think the soup, salad, and breadstick deal.
I even came home on my lunch break and whipped up a round steak with sautéed broccoli.

I’m, like, jealous of myself right now. It’s been lovely.