Beans. Corn. SALSA. What more can I say? Continue reading
Even though the temperature is hovering around the 80s and Birkenstocks are still everyone’s shoe of choice, I can safely say that autumn is now upon us. While I’m a huge proponent of pumpkin spice everything and soup for every meal, my favorite fall snack is a crisp apple with, if I’m feeling a little extra festive, a sprinkle of cinnamon. The other day I wondered what would happen if I paired this with the timeless grilled cheese sandwich and not to brag, but this may be the Best Peirce Hack Yet.
Hello and welcome back to another Peirce Hack that you didn’t ask for but still received. Today, the only food item you need is an apple! Plus a sewing needle, lighter, cotton swab, and antibacterial solution. Yep, we’re piercing ears in Peirce!
Video and steps below the cut!!
When I go home for breaks, one of my favorite places to eat is a hole in the wall thai place called Thai Phooket; over spring break I went twice in the span of 6 days and understandably, I miss thai food when I come back to Kenyon. They say that if you love something, let it go, but I’d rather recreate my favorite dishes like how a widow will create an animatronic worthy of Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean ride out of her husband’s corpse. The final product will never be as good as the original but at least there’s someone to blame for not paying the bills. Anyways, please enjoy attempting this recipe! It’s good, I swear!
Ah, the Peirce dessert station. I’m continually grateful for your mini pies and never ending supply of dessert eggs, but sometimes a girl needs to switch it up. Although the dessert area often has Rice Krispies and other types of cereal bars, there’s nothing that can beat the melty, marshmallowy goodness of a freshly made Rice Krispie treat. While we’re still waiting for a microwave to arrive (@AVI Chris 👀), here’s a simple way to recreate the gooeyness of this dessert with added ice cream because why the hell not.
In the month and a half since I first introduced the world to the dessert egg, a lot has changed. I’ve ripped a hole in my favorite pair of jeans, I accidentally lost one of my friend’s most cherished shirts, and – perhaps most importantly – I’ve come to resent hard boiled eggs.
I know what you’re thinking – Kenda, of all people, tired of hard boiled eggs? I dunno what to tell you other than sometimes you plan on spending your whole life with someone and then a jerk called life comes along and rips the carpet from right under you. The weeks I spent without my once-invaluable dessert egg were tough. I felt like my muscles were weaker due to a lack of protein. I didn’t sleep. I cried a ton. I felt completely and utterly alone.
But yesterday, a miracle happened. A group of friends and I gave my love for the dessert egg new life, and I’m here to share that love with you today. Dearly beloved, I present to you: Dessert Egg Deluxe. Continue reading
Picture this: November 1st, 2014 a young freshman girl wandering through the servery deciding what it is exactly she wants to eat. Having been a Kenyon student for two months, she finally feels as though she’s starting to get a grip on her Peirce options. She could go to the salad bar, or International, or… or she could get a bagel.
Now pause this picture. Believe it or not, that girl was me. I know, I know. Two years at Kenyon has transformed me beyond belief. I am no longer that unsteady, unsure girl who braved the servery that early November morning. I’m smarter, debatably stronger, and much more equipped to deal with stressful Peirce situations than I was then. But this story isn’t about me. It’s about me, in late 2014.