Word: kitchened
(lookup in dictionary)
(lookup stats)
Dates: all
Sort By: most recent first
(reverse)
...When lunchtime rolls around, Janson Wu '00 hops out of the kitchen asking if anyone wants "vegan macaroni and cheese," holding the box aloft with a charming smile. After close questioning, he admits that his recipe is really "vegan macaroni, soy sauce and nutritional yeast." The response is not enthusiastic. Wu proceeds to go into the kitchen and make macaroni, soy sauce and nutritional yeast for himself. He has been vegan for three weeks. "It's actually more of a whim," he says. He drinks soy/rice/oat/almond milk on blind faith, completely unsure of "exactly how they make any of those...
...fluffy--it was slimy. While sitting behind the beaded curtain chatting and snarffing down tapioca pudding, Co-opers watched their friends trickle through the door as the day ended. Over the sound of Bob Dylan's crooning on the first floor, pots and pans clamored for attention in the kitchen on the other side of the huge dining room. At 6:30, however, the mellow atmosphere vanished as students appeared from out of nowhere, forming a line that circled around the 8-foot, dark wood table laden with bowls of food. The white china dishes and plain glasses so familiar...
...soon as the cook is seated, the room erupts into applause. "People here love to clap," laughs Rebecca Reider '00, as the evening's master chef is lauded. The food is delicious, but few ever miss the opportunity for fresh bread. During the meal, people trail into the kitchen to cut off a chunk from one of the six loaves lying on the counter, fresh from the oven--a long way from the Wonderbread in Harvard's dining halls...
...people finish their meals, they bring their dishes into the kitchen, scraping their food into a compost bucket. Dishes pile up on the counter, waiting to be cleaned by a dutiful Co-oper. Leftovers will be eaten for lunch on Saturday, or incorporated into Saturday dinner. Wu mentions that on any given night, 7 to 15 guests eat at the co-op, and are invited to come again, and bring friends...
...bowl of yeast and water sits still underneath him. "Bubble, bubble..." he croons. "If it doesn't bubble, that means I killed it," he explains. When a light foam develops, he mixes and kneads, and waits for it to rise. It's already 11:30 at night. The kitchen is silent, filled with the smell of rising bread, ready for another Co-op morning...