Hey guys! I’m sorry I’ve been so MIA lately, I’ve been SO busy. I recently started school at MTSU (yes, I’m in college now… weird, I know) and my professor has asked us to write a review on my favorite thing in the entire world: food! I got extremely excited to not only go out to eat but to take pictures and share my experience with you guys!
For a broke college student, finding somewhere cheap, unique and delicious is rather difficult, but it’s not impossible. So I grabbed my room mate and drug her all over town in search of a place we’d both never been or even heard of before. We ended up here:
Kleer Vu Lunchroom. This little slice of southern heaven is located just south of E. Main street at 226 S. Highland Avenue, here in good ol’ Murfreesboro, TN. I had looked online for some ideas of where to go, and while searching I stumbled upon this gem. With a rating of 4 or more stars on almost every food critic site (Urbanspoon, yelp, tripadvisor, etc…) I decided to give it a go.
As soon as we walked in we quickly realized that this place is exactly what it says it is: a lunchroom. My fifteen year old self made an appearance for a moment and I suddenly felt like I was back in high school, waiting for mystery meat to be slopped onto my tray. But Kleer Vu soon extinguished my doubts. The staff behind the counter was friendly and charming, calling Charity (my room mate) and I “sugar” before asking us if we wanted the green beans or mashed potatoes… we got both, but we’ll get to that later ;)
^^^ I’m all too excited about what’s about to happen.
Food + my mouth = love 4ever
Before we began, I reminded myself to take pictures of the delicious-ness for you guys (or should I say y’all) before devouring it.
You wouldn’t eat a Peanut Butter and Jelly without the bread, you don’t eat a hot dog without ketchup, and you most certainly never eat a meal without the sides.
We got the mac and cheese, mashed potatoes, green beans, broccoli casserole, and cornbread. Don’t judge me. Food is my boyfriend.
(I apologize for the picture quality… iPhone probz)
If it’s creamy and cheesy it belongs in my mouth. That’s a saying, right?
But really, this stuff made me so happy. It was the perfect mixture of warm and gooey. The noodles were cooked to perfection, and the cheese wasn’t too overbearing with it’s cheddar flavor. It had a slight smokiness to it, like the noodles were cooked with some bacon fat or grease (we ARE in the South). I noticed some browned cheese on the top. It looked like the baked mac and cheese my mother used to make when I was kid, which just made me love it all the more.
Now onto one of my most favorite foods, green beans. Let me just say right now that these took “good” to a whole new level. They literally fell apart in my mouth. These are definitely not the bright green, freshly picked green beans you get at whole foods (yum!), but WHO CARES. These bad boys tasted like they had been drenched in butter and bacon fat for hours. There were even little shavings of bacon floating around in the butter at the bottom of the bowl. A++
Do you believe in love at first sight? I do.
No one makes broccoli casserole better than my mother, but man does this place cut it close! The cheese used tasted the same as the kind in the mac and cheese, so I instantly loved it. The broccoli was cooked all the way through and was nice and easy to bite into. The only thing I would have liked to see more of was full florets. I assume they fell apart while mixing all the ingredients of the casserole together, giving it a more mushy consistency than I would have preferred, but overall I loved the cheesiness (and I just love broccoli casserole as a whole) so I enjoyed it.
God, I miss you so much it hurts. I just want to hold you and tell you I love you and feel you in my arms. I want to feel you. I want you. I miss you. This is such a hard time.
"…Some try to use their newfound knowledge to “save” others who suffer from addictions and mental health issues, and end up exerting so much energy to help a boyfriend/girlfriend that they put their own recovery in jeopardy."
This. Though it hurts, I must do this for myself.
I’m going to EDA/OA today. It’s about two years overdue.
It’s time to become the person I’m meant to be
In the silence, I let myself think. I wonder why I’ve made this decision.
But then I force myself to remember.
This is the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do.
When you’re in love with someone, but deny yourself them, you find yourself in a really strange situation/headspace.
What you need, is not always what you want.
I’m feeling so many emotions. Half of me feels strong, that I am doing the right thing. Half of me could burst into tears at any given moment.
The only thing I’m finding comfort in at this time is in knowing that won’t this last forever.
I love him, so very very much. And I always will. The bond we share is
one of the most remarkable thing s I’ve ever experienced.
And we will be together. I know this more than I’ve ever known anything in my life. There will come a time that we are right where we need to be and everything will fall into place like it did once before.
I’m stepping away from this relationship because I need to, not because I want to. But I step away with confidence, knowing that it is not forever. I’ve seen my future. I’ve dreamt it. I’ve written about it. We will always love each other.
A small part of me worries, wondering if he’ll be waiting for me when I’m ready. But then I stop myself. He will be. I’m not expecting him to pine over me, or stay away form girls, but I know that his heart is mine. And mine is his.
We belong to each other. No matter what happens.
I am okay. I will get through this.
We will get through this.
We’ll always be we.
I love him. Forever. Always.
Long distant relationships are shit.
You miss the person all the time, you’re sad constantly… you fall in love with a ghost.
I fell in love. And now it just hurts.
I will be for a very long time, and I’m not sure it will ever go away.
I’m in love with a ghost.
Maybe I fell in love with the right person, at the wrongest of times.
what am I doing? who is this person? what am I saying?
When this year began, I told myself I wanted to be more “present”.
So far, that has actually happened, shockingly enough.
I’ve noticed that I’m more confident in the things that mean a lot to me.
By being more present, I find myself become more emotionally interested in things, and I find myself respecting myself a great deal.
Last night I had a conversation with someone about religion. I wasn’t scared to say my piece, but I was also extremely open minded and non-judgmental.
I don’t really know how being more present has affected that at all, but it has. I’ve become more in tune with how I’m feeling and how I can express what’s on my mind.
I don’t feel like I can be pushed around or influenced as easily as I once was.
I used to look up to people in admiration when they would speak their mind eloquently and respectfully to others. Or would assert themselves in an uncomfortable situation.
It’s easier, of course, to just sit back and let others take the lead, but why? Why do that? Why not speak your mind? Why not be blunt? You’re alive, aren’t you?
I feel capable and unafraid and confident in the person I am and the thoughts I think.
That’s a good feeling.
I’m in love. I’m loved. I have a beautiful family. I have an amazing little sister. There is a lot of love in my life. So what the fuck am I doing moping around so much? Open your eyes Tori. BE PRESENT.