Yesterday, my mom told me that she doesn't think that people my age do things like make their own breadcrumbs.
She's probably right. They probably don't skin acorn squash the hard way either - or maybe at all.
I'm probably in the minority of 28 year old single persons: I cook 3 times a week; I bring my lunch at least 4 times a week; I come close to getting my recommended daily allowances for fruits and vegetables.
The end result was worth the trouble. And to be perfectly honest, Mark Bittman told me that I should peel the squash the hard way. I don't like to disagree with him. Unusual recipe, but delicious. Here's my Penne with Acorn Squash:
With my 10 year high school reunion right around the corner, I'm trying to justify to myself how these people could possibly think I'm NOT a waste of space. (I do mean waste of space by their standards, not my own.) They are all pursuing advanced degrees, married, pregnant, or have children. They are stay at home moms, lawyers, graphic designers, nurses, doctors, or photographers being supported by their husbands. No one has changed - people have just morphed into a more ingrained version of who the were to begin with.
I don't really know who I was to begin with and I'm not sure now. I just wish I were more successful, more settled, more rich, more beautiful and more awesome than I already am. That would show them.
All I have to offer is that I probably have more credit card debt, do more crafty crap and cook more than any of them. I suppose that's a pretty good start.