hair hair hair is GONE! oh..and some stromboli...

Nooo this is NOT supposed to sound like a magic magic hair removal system. *gross* And Nooo, the whole stromboli reference has nothing to do with the hair. No hair in the stromboli and no stromboli in the hair. The two just don't mix. Let that be a lesson to you alllll.

First off; we MADE it! The stromboli! In the oven! Rolled out that dough! Take that, Martha! We CAN make our own stromboli! It all started with Nick and his love for this weird folded cheesy-hammy-melty-seasoned sandwich thing. Ahem...the stromboli. We've gotten it on occasion in the cafeteria, but that's the once-a-month time that they actually feel like serving 'food.' You know how it is. (My favorite thing to get in the Caf is a mini-box of Cheerios or Honey Smacks. End of story.)

Anyways, with Nick on his journey to culinary school, (SCC!! Hoo-rah! My fellow Sasquatch!), we decided to homecook tonights supa'-crazy gourmet meal. And gourmet it was...check it out.

But just a sidenote...WHO decided that the student body as Spokane Community College should be represented by a Sasquatch..? A really big hairy one, at that. That is just....so.....just so....typical.

(The strom' and jambalaya take center stage.)

(I've never before called vegetarian food beautiful,

but this totally is...damn yummy too.)

Stromboli, hot sausage jambalaya, and even this dangerously addictive home-made parmesan-BBQ...anglaisé stuff.  It was ahhhmazing. I must stop gushing...really...I swear I'll try to stop soon. ...But did I *mention* how amazing it was? Really? Did you get the gist?...ok...there. Nick even made me a veggie stromboli and picked all the sausage out! How cute...

IN ADDITION! Now to the HAIR portion of the evening! Yeah...got it cut. My mom does DANG good work! Sheesh, if I hadn't just made her dinner I feel like I would owe her a tip....(wait wait - I did the bangs myself...:D)

Man...I feel so much lighter now. It's incredible.