crumb dumpster

I don't have anything fannish to give you, but I haven't posted in a while, so. Here, have some recipes. All three are vegan, and totally delicious.

( chickpea salad sandwich )

( broccoli salad )

( rosemary roasted string beans )

Dear God, someone needs to tell me that Chipotle isn't exactly diet food. Just because they offer vegan burritos doesn't mean I should eat three of them in two days. So very yummy, though. Also, kind of messy. The one I ate just now fell apart before I'd really even opened it, and I ended up holding the foil like a platter and shoveling burrito bits into my mouth by hand.

Also, the farmer's market that sets up outside my work on Saturdays now has four -- four! -- vendors who deal entirely in vegan junk food. One guy sells hummus and pita, and another guy sells various kinds of dips, sauces, and pestos, and yet another guy sells a variety of stuffed flatbreads, and also there's a girl who sells cookies, cakes, fudge, and brownies.

I can already see my plans for weight loss domination swirling down the pipes.

/o\

In other news, I somehow managed to get my sirius_black fic finished over the weekend!

Oddly, that wasn't how I expected things to turn out. I signed up for sirius_black and dysfuncentine a couple of days apart, and when I got the final prompts, I really thought I'd end up writing dysfuncentine first. My premise for that is a little more straightforward, and also the deadline for sirius_black is nearly four weeks longer.

As for dysfuncentine -- I'm about 400 words in, and it's already shitty, shitty crackfic. I'm not sure if the problem is the pairing -- it's one I haven't written in yonks -- or if the problem is just me in general. I either write ridiculous, slapstick, pie-in-the-face comedies, or the one where everyone is flat-out miserable because I've laid the angst on with a trowel. What I'm trying to do with this fic requires a delicacy I really just don't have.

My mother has the heat turned up so high I feel like I'm sitting in a furnace. UGH.