Dave wrote a blog post about breakfast pizza

Right after Thanksgiving camp, Coach City announced to us his observation that despite some pretty long training days, we all appeared to look more rested and healthier by the end of camp. He attributed this to sleeping more than we usually do when at school and told us that we should begin to prioritize sleep and focus on being rested and healthy.

I, of course, took him quite literally and proceeded to attend a grand total of 7 hours of class last week. This week, I’m trying to sleep enough AND go to class, which means I’m sitting in “Molecules of Life” vaguely paying attention to stem cells, but paying much more attention to the abominable shape in which David left our blog. Breakfast pizza? Really? That’s not even one of the most interesting or bizarre things on the HUDS menu. For example, today’s list of offerings includes (but is not limited to) the following items:

- Italian Wedding Soup: is the color of mucus and has lumpy things in it that I think look a lot like eyeballs… was never and will never be served at a wedding in Italy or anywhere else.

- Mahi Mahi Honey Ginger Glaze: unclear what this actually is, though it’s listed under entrees. Mahi mahi might be fish, which would make this dish a fish-honey-ginger glaze. What would you glaze with that, I wonder?

- Portobello Lentil Pattie: not altogether disturbing, unless you consider the fact that it constitutes the third appearance of the word “pattie” on the day’s menu and also looks like lumps of poop.

- Candy Roaster Squash: evidence that HUDS lies, because (a) it does not taste like candy, not at all—it just tastes like squash, and (b) it’s still being touted as fresh, sustainable, local produce (but it was fourteen degrees in Boston yesterday, and I’m pretty sure that all things shrink into nonexistence when it gets that cold).

Note: Nabel, I just looked up and saw on the board “neuraminidase inhibitor R-125489 mimics structure of sialic acid like Tamiflu,” which means I’ll probably need your help on my homework.

- Spicy Black Beans: only unnerving because it was on the breakfast, lunch, and dinner menus, which means that our van to and from practice will smell like death. If Chris Nabel were here, he would guarantee such a stench by bringing spicy black beans to practice with him in a paper cup that also contained sour cream and probably pudding.

- Sticky Rice: is only thing that Oliver Burruss would eat for dinner with the exception of four pieces of grilled chicken, given that the menu otherwise lacks pasta sauce, cheddar cheese, saltines, and oreos.

But we only have another week of HUDS food to get through and then it's back to 730 Swamp Road, which means that all of our meals will look like this:

Trapps got 5" of fresh white stuff yesterday, so we're hopeful that the snow will live through some of the rain forecasted for this week and that we can all get on our new race boards for the Eastern Cups. More importantly, I promise that this will be the last blog post about HUDS. Ever. Sorry for leaving the blog in even worse shape than Dave did,

-Schlutz