Midnight Impulse

learning experiences and impulsive decisions


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Almost All Packed Up

I’m off to St Petersburg for my MUN trip tomorrow morning.  I’ve been up in my room packing for an hour and a half, and so far all I’ve got left is the last-minute packing like toothbrush and computer.  I’m excited for the trip part but sort of nervous about the MUN meetings themselves.  I don’t feel as well prepared as I was last year, nor as knowledgable.  My resolutions aren’t that fantastic and I’ve already set my mind on not trying to get them passed but rather spend my time debating points and making speeches in favour of or against amendments and resolutions.  I didn’t speak much last year so I figure I should this time.

We have a really busy trip chock-full of sightseeing and dinners, plus the three days of the actual MUN meetings.  I had all my outfits planned out and written down, so packing this time was a breeze.  The only tricky part was the fact that we’re not sure what the weather is like.  The forecast says it’s fine weather (from -2C to 10C) but then there’s pictures of very light snow.  We’ve been told to dress warm and bring our winter gear.  I hate winter trips.  They’re always heavy and bulky and seem excessive.

Anyway, I’m going to be in Russia from Saturday to Saturday, so I’m staying there a week.  I will be sharing a room with my friend Skillet and another girl, Pasta.  There’s four boys coming with us and our two teacher chaperones.

I should be off to sleep, I have to get up at 4, be at the airport at 6, and fly at 8AM.

Goodnight everyone and see you sometime,

Adelaide

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Up When You’re Down

I’m constantly having to remind myself that I don’t matter.  It’s not always that I’ll have someone there to ask me what’s wrong, much less have someone analyse the reasons that I may be upset.  I live too much in my own head.  I’m just going to have toughen up, suck it up, and keep that trembling chin up before the world has a chance to beat me down.


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Off the Vegan End, Part 2: The Diet

I’m going vegan for the duration of lent!  In a BBQ-obsessed country!  With minimal soy products!  Sound scary yet?

Lent, according to the Catholic calendar, started on Wednesday.  Today is my fourth day on it.  No huge temptations or major slip-ups so far.  Last week, I was terrified of the lack of food I’d be allowed to eat.  I researched and researched recipes and foods that I could eat.  A majority of my searches yielded soy-based meals.  The problem?  The Republic of Armenia does not stock much soy products.  Aside from soy milk, soybeans are no longer imported and tofu is nonexistent.  Don’t even ask about soy cheeses and meat substitutesAs I previously mentioned, I’m not doing lent for religious reasons, but rather for personal ones:

1) I needed a reason to stop eating the greasy and overly carb-focused school lunches

2) I wanted to see for myself if being vegan is as awful as I condemned it to be

3) Going vegan would force me to learn how to cook and rely on myself for sustenance

And the added bonus, 4) I’ve noticed that I started losing weight.

Something red, something green, something leafy, something lean

 

The day before I started my diet, I went to the supermarket.  Tuesday is as good a day as any to stock up on vegetables.  And behold, vegetation there was.  As silly as it sounds, I never realised the abundance of options available to me.  Turns out, nature has a lot to offer by way of non-animal products, even here, where fruits and vegetables are only seasonally available.  I grabbed whatever caught my eye: something green, something red, something leafy, something lean.

 

I decided that everyday, I’d make dinner for two and eat a portion of it that night and save the rest for the next day to eat at school.

 

Day 1

Except mine was without the dollop of sour cream.  And hold the dill, thank you very much.

Except mine was without the dollop of sour cream. And hold the dill, thank you very much.

My first day of lent, I took a bowl of borsch, which is a Russian beet soup, along with some bulgur to school with me.  In the morning, I had a yellow apple.  That night at home, I got fancy making myself dinner and packing the next day’s lunch.

 

Day 2

On my second day, I had faux bolognese wraps.  I used this recipe for making the bolognese sauce, ditching the Parmesan cheese and substituting the beef for a mix of jumbo white and oyster mushrooms.  With a bit of spicing and herbs, the bolognese sauce smelled just like the real thing.  On the side, I had an orange and arugla salad, having added walnuts, roasted pumpkin seeds, and dried blueberries to the mix.  I think I had a banana in the morning.

At home, my mom, who is also doing lent (as she has been since she was my age), had made falafel, so I made a sandwich out of those with tomatoes and onions.

 

Day 3

Since we had Friday off this week, I didn’t have to bother preparing my lunch from the day

before.  Instead, I took my time making vegetable broth.  I’d been looking at a lot of recipes that require some sort of stock, and since I’d never seen

any sold at supermarkets here, I decided to make some myself.  The recipe is very low-maintenance; it just requires you to chop up the veggies and throw them in.  While cooking that, I realised just how fantastic a mix carrots, onions, and celery really are.  I ended up washing and cutting up some more and then made an onion, leek, celery, carrot and mushroom stir-fry with spaghetti.  Serve immediately, topped with tahini.  I also made that same orange and arugla salad before the leaves went bad.

On this day, my chocolate cravings were acting up.  I was getting a little tired of eating peanut-sugar bars (the ex-Soviet nation equivalent of nut bars) and

sesame paste.  Then I found this recipe for vegan brownies 😀  While waiting for those to cook, I also made some fruit salad.

On Friday, I had a dinner date with some girl friends.  We were going out to have sushi.  Thankfully, I’m not the only one going vegan in the country.  Many go on lent in Armenia and restaurants and cafes start offering menus that accommodate the demand.  I ordered miso soup, an avocado roll, and a vegetable roll.  For dessert, we went to a bakery that served vegan napoleons.  Foodless, irritated guest avoided 🙂

That sums up my meals for the past few days.

Thanks for reading,

∆ Adelaide

 


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Off the Vegan End, Part 1

I’ve decided to go on lent this year.  For those following a Christian calendar (what now?) the 40-day fast started this Wednesday and will last till Easter.  Why am I doing it?  Not for religious reasons.   Continue reading


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Firsts are always the worst

So today I went on that ski trip I wrote about last week.  I got a very basic 15-minute lesson from my history teacher who loves the outdoors (which was incredibly embarrassing because I couldn’t stay on my feet).  He decided to get me and another girl a trainer while he took care of supervising my friend Skillet, who’s apparently skied once before.  I was upset about this at the beginning because I was slowing everybody down and I felt like I was being gotten rid of, but in the end I was really glad I was put with an stranger to give me lessons rather than my teacher whom I have to see everyday.

I.  Was.  Awful.  My god.  I wasn’t afraid of falling but my rented ski boots hurt like hell, my rented helmet got sweaty, and I found out the extremely painful way that I have zero leg muscle.  My thighs and calves were on fiiiirrreeee.  I have to say I’m proud with the fact that I didn’t fall down once when I was with the instructor (which I joked about later with History Teacher [here on out HT] saying, “I stopped falling once you left).  I can’t say the same about the part where I threw myself down into the snow because I was too tired.  Eventually my non-leg muscles hurt too bad and the instructor suggested I walk down the slope.  So I’d skied a third of it and walked the rest.  *Sigh*.  Overall, I didn’t NOT like it and I definitely didn’t hate it.

Later at home in the shower I realized this was basically my first time actually skiing, which reminded of the truth that I live by: The first time will always be the worst.  The first time you drive, first time you play an instrument, your first kiss, and your first ski session will not go amazingly.  It’s ok to suck.  You won’t be perfect from the start.

Also, all that stressing out I’ve been through over the last week over the fact that I don’t own a pair of snow pants wasn’t worth it.  I wore a pair of knee socks, leggings, and sweats on top and while those got wet, I was alright.  Waterproof gloves, however, are a must if you want to keep your hands attached to your wrists.  I wouldn’t have made it without a pair.

Trip highlights:

  • Skipping a full day of school on a Friday
  • Applying knowledge from my Conceptual Physics class into the real world (Physics teacher’s reaction when we told her: “You’re scaring me now)
  • Screaming out “FUCK!” in front of History Teacher when I fell for the third time

 

Goodnight, all.  I hope I’ll be able to walk tomorrow morn 🙂

xx, Addie


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Ski Trip — Clothing advice?

We’re going on a ski trip this Friday with the P.E. coach and the very attractive History teacher.  I’ve only skied once before, in the 7th grade, and considering that was the only and last time I went, you can tell it didn’t go too well.  Anyway, class trip and hot teacher and inexperienced skier.  I have no idea what to wear (#GirlProblems).  I’ve been asking my more experienced friend and she’s saying as long as I can keep warm, it’s fine.  I don’t own a winter jacket or ski pants or thermal underwear as the internet says I should.  There’s really no point in buying all this stuff if you’re only going once though, right?  People keep saying the plae we’re going to doesn’t have any clothes rentals, and even if they did, most probably wouldn’t even fit.  Gah, this is such a middle school-y problem to worry about.  I guess I just don’t want to embarrass myself and I always feel especially self-conscious when my clothes aren’t fitting properly, let alone constantly falling over because I can’t SPORT (any and all sports.  Can’t do them).

*Sigh*.  Plus there’s an odd number of skiers that I’m close with.  It’s five of us girls, and two know how to ski and me, my friend Skillet and another girl, my definitely-not-a-friend, are the inexperienced ones.  The not-a-friend is shoving her way in with Skillet and I’m not too happy with the arrangement.  Ski lifts have only two seats!  Ugh.

Excuse the childish post

Addie