Baked with Love

| February 21, 2013 | 2 Comments

Looking back, there were actually very few things I took into consideration when applying to college. I was one of the many misguided overachievers who angled her horse blinders upon an Ivy, and pretty much ignored everything else. I remember overhearing one of my classmates comparing housing between two state schools and scoffing — who cared what size your shower would be? Housing, location, and food were not on my radar – but I ended up getting very lucky.

Aside from removing non-ocean-dwelling creatures from my menu and recognizing that shoving barbecue chips into my face at 2 a.m. might be ill-advised, food isn’t something my high school self put a lot of thought into. But the Myles Standish Dining Hall (may it rest in peace) gently exposed me to the wonders of hummus, quinoa, and poppy seed salad dressing. My palate had things to chew on (hardy har) that weren’t variations of bread and cheese, and I fell in love.

Of all my collegiate love affairs, the one I maintain with BU Dining Service is by far my favorite. Because I had an unlimited meal plan and I firmly believe in small chat, I got to know the Myles staff really well my freshman year. The manager helped me clinch a position on the Dining Service student panel, where I learned that the great food we’re fed is prepared by even more amazing individuals. You know how @BUDiningService provides lightning-fast replies and the sassiest of quips? The account is managed by ONE MAN, who is an absolute superhero. He is also, I suspect, the Oz-like man behind the curtain who helped me survive the tail end of last semester.

I studied abroad in Washington, D.C. last semester (I use both “studying” and “abroad” very loosely), where I spent a lot of time alone in a kitchen, pretending I knew how to feed myself. One particular night of homesickness culminated in a tweet about craving a BU sugar cookie.  Two mornings later, I received a package:


Contents: sugar and chocolate chip cookies (saran-wrapped for freshness), a box of Pop-tarts, a copy of the Boston Globe, and a card that says “We miss you, it’s not the same without you.” Also my tears.

I know that shrimp portion-control, long lines, and under-spiced curry can be irritating; and when something feels institutionalized it’s easy and cathartic to complain. But please always remember that 99% of the time, the exhausted employee at the sandwich station is putting love, as well as cheese and tomatoes, onto your panini. It never hurts to give some back.

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Rhiannon Pabich

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Rhiannon was once asked to write a "bland, professional bio" and she failed miserably. She is, however, good at some things, which include yelling in hockey arenas, explaining the importance of comprehensive sex ed, and pursuing adventures. The journalism major hails from the deep south and, on a good day, enjoys scintillating conversation and copious amounts of caffeine. On a bad day, she enjoys sarcasm-laden conversation and obscene amounts of caffeine (but really, isn't every day a good one?). She likes playing with paint, crying happy tears, red balloons, and you.

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  1. Eugenia says:

    BU Dining Rocks!! (And so do you). Wish I could cook half as well as they do, maybe I should go back to school…. Yum.

  2. Christian says:

    I love this story. And BU dining. And I don’t even go here.

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