Posts Tagged ‘ getting ready for travel ’

The world’s easiest bread, I swear. MAKE IT NOW.

PITA BREAD: IT'S DELICIOUS.

MAKE IT NOW. THEN EAT IT.

So, you’re probably wondering what the above is. Rather than asking, how about you nut up, shut up, and read the post. (WARNING: today, I feel feisty. It’s because of the BREAD.)

Apparently, it takes a fair amount of work to plan a mad cheap trip across the country. Most of my week has been devoted to ensuring that I don’t have to delve into neon orange nacho cheeses and limp hamburgers at every terminal in the only way I know how: cooking my own damn food.

Given that I’m trying to cook for both trips, I’ve been worried about spoilage as much as I have nutrition. Ergo, I’ve been exploring lots of vegan and vegetarian foodstuffs since shit son, veggies ain’t gonna spoil much. (This is not extended to my tasty Thai tuna. That sounds really homoerotic, but whatever.) And what do I want to have as my be all end all bread to shovel my falafel and Nutella-granola sandwiches alike within? Oh, I don’t know, maybe some PITA BREAD?

Pita bread — and verily, all sorts of yeast breads — may seem scary for the novice baker, but to this I say “p’shaw.” Yeast bread is kind of low maintenance, really; first, you whisk up your little dudes to get them all alive and pumping, then you let them rise some more after you incorporate them into the dough. The most work you have to do with these guys is knead them for ten minutes — and really, if you can’t knead for ten minutes, then perhaps you should give up your card-carrying right as an Awesome Human Being.

Sorry, imaginary blog reader. That might have been a little harsh.

Anyway, please go behind the cut to read this super-easy recipe for pita bread that bakes up like a dream! If not, I will probably not punch you through the screen, but that’s mostly because I value my electronics and do not harbor any illusions RE: the feasibility of such an act actually harming you.

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I’m leaving on a jetbus…

Goodness gracious, you* must be thinking, why all this mobile posting nonsense? Is this another godawful ploy to start blogging again like a pro? Yes, no, maybe so? In the awful syntax of the lolcat: my reasoning, let me show you it.

So, I’m taking a trip. More specifically, it is a vacation. Even more specifically, it is a vacation filled with a wedding. Even more more specifically, it is to participate in the wedding of this lady right here. (Aw yeah, I can link too!) But even more more more specifically, the journey aspect of it is going to be epic as it is going to be on a Greyhound bus.

Please keep in mind: most of my childhood summers were spent in airports. Every late June to early July, we would be escorted to Indianapolis International and fly up into the sky, only to land in the incinerating heat of Sky Harbor roughly five hours later. Afterward, we would either be picked up by a rental car service or my aunt and would start the epic trek up I-17 to Flagstaff. Once (and a particularly memorable once it was), I made the trip via Amtrak with said aunt, zipping through the countryside amongst a gaggle of people that I would never meet again that were just as enraptured with the romance of riding the train as I was. But as much as I suspect that air travel is as alien to train travel as a thoroughbred to a giraffe, so too is the animal that is bus travel to either of these. So far, my internet excursions to research such things have left me at a loss; there have been rumors of sleep deprivation, bad terminal food, and tons of sketchy people at every corner. The word “convict” was heavily sprinkled amongst the articles and personal reviews on message boards alike. To say that my tiny suburban white girl heart hasn’t skipped a few beats during the planning of this trip would be a blatant lie. Apparently, bus travel is not for the faint of heart.

But there’s a part of me that says this and then says, “When did you become such a fucking pussy?” I’ve cavorted about in France just fine, thank you and that wasn’t in my native country! Furthermore, since when did I ever think it was productive to automatically assume the worst out of a situation? And alright: what makes me so awesome that I might not be part of this riff-raff, too? I’m a broke college student that is presently trying to bake and cook for a week’s vegetarian/vegan camping trip so that I don’t have to buy any food on the road. I have debt up to my neck and am surly as hell to strangers. Although I’ve bought provisions to (hopefully!) guard against this, I too will probably start smelling like rank ass once I’m dropped off neatly in Great Falls, Montana with the hope that my hostess with the mostess won’t cry when she sees my little hobo face. I’m hardly royalty and acting so nervous about getting on board one of the most affordable travel options in America is stupid! Besides, I went to women’s college — they teach you how to defend yourself craftily.

That being said, there are a few things I can’t defend myself from, and that’s an exhausting travel schedule (two days there, three days back) and the monotony that comes with it. Along with food and portable shower/face washing solutions, I’ve also been hoarding entertainment options. Books, podcasts, sketchbook + the usual drawing accouterments, knitting projects, and the purchase-to-be of a portable radio (and printed guide of every NPR station in the continental US) are all on the list. But so too, my friends, is blogging. I’m going to attempt to chronicle the weird nature of Greyhound travel and make a documentary of sorts from it, I suppose. Voice posts will be used for my longer discussions, with short observations via the bus being dictated via e-mail text posts. The last post with the picture will be used for Sketch Challenges that I’m going to give myself: I’ll take a picture with my phone and then I’ll draw the results and upload them when I get back to Indiana. Good thing too: apparently, if there’s a picture with the post, it takes WordPress an entire day to upload it.

I hope that my misgivings are foolish, but no matter whether I’m right or wrong about this entire brouhaha, it won’t change this little fact: whatever I’m about to embark upon is going to be one hell of an adventure.

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*My one follower named Loren.

Another mobile blog test?

This is the last blog test in my series; tomorrow today, I’ll actually explain myself.

Audio Post (001 of ???)

EDIT: As you can tell via title change, adding into categories, and tags, I decided to keep this goofy little thing. It’s cute! Also, mad kudos to WordPress for getting this up for everybody. I’m super-excited to use and abuse.