Day 25: Goulash/Roasted Corn Chowder/Chocolate Hazelnut Tart
If ever a day has yielded disgustingly poor results in this challenge for me, today has. After running around all over Richmond and delivering a presentation I literally spent 2 semesters on, finding a suitable new dish proved difficult. Let’s be real here. Broke college students can’t afford to eat out every day, even in a city as diverse and culturally saturated as Richmond. Though ideally I’d like to be able to check out an ethiopian restaurant one day and an exotic food cart the next, it’s currently not within my means. With that out of the way, let it be known that I refuse to back down, even if I’ve exhausted every option Shafer already.
First on the list was goulash, which was essentially glorified chili. Two bites in and I already felt like I cheated today’s challenge, so I decided I’d regroup later and find something else to “count”. After another intense Darren workout (I’ve never felt more sore), we went to Shafer to power down where, lo-and-behold, nothing was new. Instantly, I was crushed. I did what must have been 7 or 8 scans of the place before I settled on this roasted corn chowder, the only hope I’d remotely had for my one swipe. Again, two bites was all it took before I had to back down. It just wasn’t different enough to make the cut, though I can say I haven’t had it before. The closest thing to compare it to would be the enchilada soup that Progresso started selling a few years ago (which, by the way, is the total bomb-diggity). I soldiered on, but was determined to give it one last try. Finally, salvation was handed to me for just $1.50. Starbucks had both a variety of tarts AND dried cranberries up for grabs, so Darren made me opt for the tart. Truth be told, I’ve always steered clear of their overpriced foodstuffs, but by that point I would have rolled with anything.
A perfect stranger to tea-time treats across the world, I found my morsel of sugar to be quite the delight, but far too small. Sure, in America, we’re conditioned to the mindset of bigger/more always being inherently better. I’ve got you, Framers. Consider yourselves backed on that one. But $1.50 for a bite and a half of tasty sugar? The higher-ups are absolute geniuses. They knew I’d be clamoring for more, the son-of-a-guns. Drew (my dude on the cash-box behind the counter) equated it to an over-antiquated pop-tart. How very right he was. Granted, for that amount of hazelnut, I think I have a bit of a right to be angsty. If size is this thing’s only flaw, then play on. I’d take this (albeit larger) over any pop-tart any day of the year.
Tomorrow will be better, followers. That much I can promise you. With only 5 days of culinary deviancy left, it is my solemn vow to not derp out this hard again, and to finish off strong. I’ve got this. I promise.