The Same Stuff

A new day: the Bulldog Room is closed, the Faculty Center opened, so the assumption by Johnson and I was for Bulldog food in the Center. Can you say chicken burrito?

Nope.

Same meals. They could have at least changed the menu names. Country-fried steak could have been city-fried, mashed potatoes could have been squashed potatoes, and carrots could have been, um, carrots.

In fairness, you can now have breakfast at The Faculty Center -- an experience to be reported on later this week.

It had to happen sometime

Yes, it's true: we hate pretty much everything (hat tip: @jarekbeem).

"Your opportunity to taste test our food samples"

News alert: Campus Services is holding the 2008 Campus Services Fair at East Village Commons on Wed., May 14, from 2 to 4 p.m. Food Services is one of the many hosts, along with other fan favorites like Parking Services and Campus Mail.

Intercession campus transit service and complimentary intercession parking at the East Campus Parking Deck are available.

You must have a ticket to attend. I have one that I am willing to scalp. The ticket also qualifies you for a raffle for several premium items from the UGA Bookstore. E-mail or tweet me your bid. However, if Kaye Sweetser comes back from Bahrain for this event, I'll let her have it free of charge.

Final Observations

Last day at the Faculty Center for lunch ... sigh ...

• Hume commented that it was her last veggie sandwich for a while
• Russell noted that Johnson still does not have tenure
• Hollander sighed in a Steven Wright-esque way and said, "I have no sexual off-color remarks. I have a slight cold."
• Johnson wondered whether the routine had become routine

Several schemes were discussed on ways to raise the authority of this blog, including hacking another person's blog who is about to become incredibly famous by being on the Today Show on Wednesday.

Lemon bars were discussed in quiet conversation, as was the possibility that if they'd turn down the air conditioner they could afford more olive oil for the rosemary potatoes.

Shivering, we all departed for a while.

Lemon Bar Meets Lemon

While Hollander may have thought, and Russell may have wished, that we were done with lemon bar reporting for the semester, Friday brought one last opportunity to explore and expound upon lemonocity.

And so, an experiment - to bring the lemon bar into contact with a real lemon ...




So perhaps my final lemon bar review: For all its lemon intentions, and even with the addition of actual lemon juice, Friday's bar fell short because of its lack of bar-ness. It was more gelatinous than bar-like, with a consistency similar to over-thickened lemon-like pudding.

A sad way to wrap up a season of lemon bar.

LADeP (Lunch at DePalma's)

A couple of "real" journalism people invited me to lunch downtown, so we met up at DePalma's Thursday. They chose an exterior table, which was fine excepting for the noise. Nice day to be outdoors.

Conversation wandered around the curriculum status of Grady (both are alums), future plans for growth and their needs in their current positions of power.

I ordered an Italiano Panini with a side salad. The sandwich was filling, if a little plain and dry. I added the included tomato and lettuce leaf to the second half of the panini, but it didn't improve things much. For the salad dressing (just lettuce and one quartered tomato), I went for the jalapeño-citrus vinaigrette. A little bit of warmth from the peppers, but nowhere near enough citrus. 

Maybe if they crumbled a lemon bar on it ... 

Last of the Lemon

Thursday is lemon bar day. Okay, so Friday is lemon bar day too, but only for leftovers. On this the last Thursday of the 07-08 academic year, I had the final lemon bar and closed my eyes, letting the Zen of the moment progress.

Today's bar: high in lemonocity, low in taste and texture.

Yes, lemon bar fans, I suspect the Powers of Lemon read this blog and added a dash of lemonocity to their recipe. The result was less than satisfying. Cloying is a better word. Disappointing, while still lemony.

Hume and I had lunch, Hollifield showed up later, making it a 3-H gathering. We got to talking about department cultures. "What culture is your department?" she asked.

"The culture of a strip mall," I said.

And thus ends the semester...