when you need a pick me up

 Loopholes to making a meal on the stove.  Like these sweet versions of crostini - pretty self explanatory.

If you ever want to force yourself to rethink your (processed) food choices, though... Salt, Sugar, Fat.  Makes me want to adopt a diet of baby carrots and spinach with apples for dessert.
It also makes me wish I had figured out what I wanted before applying to undergrad.  Remember when I said to ask me later if I regretted my decision (not really my decision) to go to Duke?  I'm currently on the regret wagon (like band wagon.. but.. not).  Mystic Universe willing, I won't be forced to decide between what I want and... what I also want (different reasons, of course).  But at the same time... it's nice to imagine myself in that situation.  Because it means I will have choices this time around.  And it means I will get to make my own choices.  So I won't spend three years + one class teeter-tottering between 'yes, this will all be worth it' and 'no, I think I would've been happier elsewhere.'
Pondering the age-old questions of happiness.  Where to find it, how to get it, who it's dependent upon, and why I never seem to stay at a good place.  I guess that's why I need my lemon crisps and canned peaches - for the times when it gets overwhelming.