Cuisine or lack there of...

So I didn't think I was going to have much to write to you about today. What with yesterday's grand escapades on frightening moments in the mountains. Then it hit me square in the stomach. You see, if I haven't already beat  you over the head with it already, we don't really have a kitchen currently. No big deal right? WRONG. Your whole freaking life centers around the kitchen/living/dinning room area. So yay! You get to eat out more than you care to. Whoopity wrong. Have you been to a small Alaskan town in the middle of the winter? Have you added being a semi vegan to that mix? What a freaking nightmare. Let me set this up for you. Imagine..imagine your average run of the mill restaurant.. for those of you back home...take Pablo's for example..now bring that down about 3 notches and spread it across the entire town until it's populated every single restaurant. Have I made myself clear enough  yet? THERE IS NO GOOD FOOD HERE. You better believe that the first going out meal I have back home is  Thai ginger tofu. I am DYING. This veg foodie is dying. 

(The above picture is suppose to elicit the warm feeling of a delicious meal that I wish I was enjoying...) 

The final bits of tile are being put in today so we've been quarantined to our rooms. Well seeing as we very well couldn't go home and eat...we had to eat out bloody again. (I've been watching British humor...)

Where again...the dang Mexican restaurant. AGAIN. My stomach is not happy with me. My calorie watching is not happy with me. If I was kissing my imaginary boyfriend he wouldn't be happy with me. 

I just wanted a stinking burrito. Well OK no I didn't want a burrito that smelled...just one that doesn't involve sauteed onions and peppers and other various bits of gross. Ugh. I could get shivers just thinking about it. 

You never realize how much food and home life are essential to you until it's gone I suppose. I think modern cuisine has stressed us all out. Whatever happened to simple home made casseroles and family meals. All we see on TV are cooks whipping up dinner like it's nobodies business. Well staring at a pantry of food can be daunting. Once we get our normal kitchen back I'm determined to find some normalcy in my eating. And so help me the pear if I ever eat out at the Mexican restaurant EVER AGAIN. 

I'm in a cheery mood. Honest. This food situation is just depressing. There that's all I have to say about that. Food for thought. :P