Finding Recipes is Not as Hard as You Would Think

This week is filing week, so in other words this is the one time a month where I have to stay late to work.  Consequently, this weekend I knew I would not have the energy to cook during the week so looked for recipes that would yield plenty of leftovers to satisfy my late night cravings.

Recipes are surprisingly easy to come by.  I found this one on the lid of a hummus container.
MEDITERRANEAN CHICKEN WRAP
Ingredients
-1/2 boneless chicken breast
-1/2 cup Italian dressing
-1 wrap
-3 tablespoons of hummus
-2 romaine lettuce leaves
-2 large tomato slices
Directions
-Marinate chicken in Italian dressing, and cook chicken thoroughly
-Cut chicken into thin slices
-Spread hummus all over wrap
-Layer on remaining ingredients
-Roll the wrap (I still haven't figured out the proper technique to mastering this step)
Bonus
-Hot sauce adds a nice kick to the wrap
-Ranch dressing is also another good addition that gives it more of a caesar wrap taste
-Sprinkle some of your favorite shredded cheese on if you feel like it, the world is your oyster...err or wrap!

It Takes All Kinds to Make the World Go 'Round

Ever since my first day of work on June 27th it is customary for the paralegals to take our lunch outside and eat on the court steps (about a block away from our office).  This serves two purposes: the first one being that we get to go outside, and the second being that we get to entertain ourselves for an hour by people watching.  The court house has a tendency to attract some of the most peculiar people.  For instance there is this tiny Asian woman known affectionately to all as the "Trash Bag Lady".  I thought she was a mystical being until one day, while on my way to grab Thai takeout from a restaurant around the corner, she suddenly popped out from under a mountain of trash bags that were sitting on the corner waiting for the city cleaners to pick them up and deliver them to the dump yard, or wherever it is the city trash is disposed.  From her toothless ear-to-ear grin, and the way she was clutching the discarded aluminum cans you would have thought she had retrieved the Crown Jewels.  She must have noticed my starring because she started yelling at me incoherently in what I assumed to be Chinese, given our proximity to China Town.  There is also a creepy vendor who, I am told stakes out his corner location in order to eye women walking by, I have yet to witness this behavior for myself.  What fascinates me even more are the people known as hipsters. 

Now for anyone who knows me is aware that I am completely pop culture ignorant (my father taught me how to t-9 text and my mother had to explain what the slang term "off the chain" meant).  Needless to say it is no surprise that I needed one of the paralegals explain to me that a hipster is a modern day hippie.  They refuse to drink Starbucks and wear name brand designers, and apparently do nothing all day.  This past Wednesday was my first hipster spotting.  I noticed this girl over six feet tall wearing pumps with socks, and a muted beige pleated dress.  What was even more intriguing about her dress was that it was a reverse A-line in the sense that it actually got shorter in the back.  Consequently, as she repeatedly bent forward in her uncertainty of whether or not it was worth putting her feet through the pain of wearing high heels, she kept flashing the world her neon green underwear.  This incident raised a heated debate about whether or not she had intentionally worn that pair of underwear as part of her ensemble.  I am personally of the opinion that she did considering that she could not but be conscious that the bright neon green was a drastic contrast to her skin-toned dress.  Moral of the story: I could never be hipster, I'm too self conscious...and do not have neon green underwear.