So much of University revolves around food – either the presence of it, or the lack of it;

You meet up for breakfast….

Coffee & cake…

Bring snacks to the library / have a study break to buy snacks /have a study break to get a coffee…

Make dinner for your friendship groups…

Meal prep for the week… have a study break to eat your prepped food…

All students going to the shop at the same time and spending too long because it’s too crowded….

Run out of everything…

And lastly…. ‘borrow’ housemates foods!

So today’s post is in honour of the small food moments of Uni life. There are so fundamental, but they are also the moments that I reflect on most fondly – making Christmas rice pudding (risalamande – danish heritage) for my housemate, going to Lidl to =buy bread and olives for the library etc, the list could go on.

So grab a cuppa and a snack, and enjoy!

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“Frosties?”

A bag was thrust across the three step space and under Echo’s nose. Despite Cassie’s poor show of dinner food, her snacks and breakfast shelves were always full. He sniffed as subtly as possible at the bag before sticking his hand in just far enough to make contact with the top layer. Cassie was known for her ‘healthy’ concoctions and offering food from the community yoga meets she so enjoyed. Meetings where the cooking skills of the attendees was second in questionable to that of the recipes’ ingredients.

“Frosties?”

“Well Lidl’s brand version.”

“Ahh I see. But still, cereal?”

“A weakness, I always have a box of some shoved at the back of my cupboards. I found them when looking for pasta for the broccoli.”

“And you were hungry?”

“And I was hungry?”

“Ah, did you find any?”

“Any what?”

“Pasta.”

“Pasta?”

“Yeah…you were looking for pasta?”

“No.”

“No you weren’t looking for any or no-”

“No, I didn’t find any.”

Echo nodded in understanding, or more as a response that didn’t commit himself to the wrong answer. Cassie stopped mid chop and turned to him.

“Do you have any?”

“Pasta?”

Cassie glided the knife along it’s blade so just the tip stuck to the board, her hand still clutching the knife at the top, and seemed to glare at him.

“Ah, erm yes my pasta, I have some penne? Right, in that cupboard.”

Echo pointed, Cassie opened and inspected.

The pasta was then poured into an already boiled pan of water.

“Gee Cass, you intimidate the shit out of me.”

“Thanks Echo.”

Cassie grinned over at him. The gratitude could just as well have been for the comment as it could have been for the pasta.

In fact, it was probably more correct to just assume it’d been the comment.

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