Los Frijoles Y El Arroz Sólo
Editors Note: I’ll just be honest. BS is on spring break with his girl Alex and I’m in charge of keeping ES afloat. So don’t be shocked when every other post is from a contributor. If you’d like to guest blog on ES this week, the spotlight is yours. Send me an email if you’re up for some snarky food writing – firstname.lastname@example.org
Here’s Belmontmedia. You can find more of her writing on Mostly Cabbages.
Also, you’ll see why I admire Belmont so much. Her definition of cheating is amazingly broad.
So I’ve been trying to make my own lunch. I work downtown, and let’s face it, the lunch options are not great. There’s only so many Potbelly sandwiches one can consume before going completely crazy. Also, I’d like to think that whatever I made for dinner (like the poop/puke soup) was so good, I’d like to revel in its deliciousness for another 12 hours and have it for lunch. Sometimes, however, it just doesn’t work.
With that in mind I sent gansie the following e-mail:
date: Thu, March 5, 2009 at 2:24 PM
subject: I feel like SUCH a fraud
So I got home at like 10 last night after working late, going to this zipcar thing, and going to the gym and I was STARVING. So I went out and grabbed a burger at Ulah.
As a result of last night, I didn’t get up in enough time to make lunch this morning, so I remembered I had some leftover rice (from lentils) and grabbed a can of black beans out of the cupboard.
So I am literally eating beans and rice for lunch. Beans. Rice. No onion, no garlic, no peppers, no nothing. (I did find S&P and butter in the office cabinets though).