A Star Wars Cookbook Review

Today's been one of those weird days where I honestly can't remember if I actually did anything. I think I spent time on tumblr? I vaguely remember hiding when the doorbell rang. I think I ate cereal? I dunno. It's all a fog.

But lucky you I remembered it was Saturday and a post was due, so I managed to find some spare time from doing nothing to write this review post.

The STAR WARS COOKBOOK by Robin Davis and Frankie Frankeny

Before I continue, let's take one moment to appreciate the fact that Mr. Frankeny's parents named him Frankie Frankeny. Best. Name. Ever.

-First Glance

 

At first glance, I immediately thought "WHO CARES WHAT IT IS IT SAYS 'STAR WARS' ON THE FRONT LET'S BUY IT". Upon realizing it was a cookbook, the temptation of fixing the breakfast of Jedi proved to be too strong.

So pretty good first impression.

-What is in This Thing?

 

Recipes and cooking instructions and stuff.

But you knew that.

Recipe categories range from breakfast, drinks, snacks, main courses, and desserts, so all your bases will be covered for your next Star Wars soiree. To name a few of the options offered, you have Wookiee Cookies, Hoth Chocolate, Han-Burgers, and Jabba Jiggle (which is jello, of course; what else would it be?).

-Usability/Easiness

 

How often will you actually use this thing? It depends. I've made several recipes in the past during Star Wars Days or premiers/finales of The Clone Wars/Rebels. So the chances you'll use this often and not just sit it on the shelf for giggles is pretty good.

The easiness of the recipes are of a pretty good variety. They range from Cooking Network-fancy to as easy as a figurative pie. If you typically look at a recipe and say "Wow, look at all those words I bet they mean something" then you might have trouble with a couple of the more labor-intensive recipes, but the others are so simple that it balances out.

Basic instructions are easy to follow. No confusion from me!

-Taste

 

It's the food of champions! Seriously though, who cares what it tastes like? You'll be pretending to be a Jedi (or scoundrel) the entire time. Still you will be pleased to know that what I have tried tasted pretty good. (Such as Princess Leia Danish Dos; Jawa Jive Milkshake; Oola-La French Toast.)

It's totally cantina food.

-Final Word

 

10/10 Stars; You need this on your bookshelf. Amazon has it new from $5, or if you're a total cheap-o you can buy it used for 13 cents.

There is no reason you should not own this.

It's Our Universe- Celebrating Five Years of Her Universe

Today Her Universe celebrates 5 years of business. Do you think it's just another clothing store?

If you do, you are so wrong.

Quick back-story. I became a Star Wars fan about a year before Her Universe launched. I had no close friends at the time, much less any friends who were interested in discussing the theories and myths behind the numerous forms of lightsaber combat and colors of crystals. (heh.) I could find no clothes, and was under a constant siege of negativity from the public that thought Star Wars was for boys only.

But Her Universe changed that.

After the HU launch, I suddenly went from being a lone-wolf fangirl to a member of a fangirl army. (With Ashley Eckstein as our fearless leader, of course.)

I made tons of new fangirl friends, many of which I'm still friends with today.

But mostly, I just want to thank Ashley Eckstein for believing in the fangirls; for giving us a chance. I would like to thank her for smiling and laughing and giving me an extra hug when I met her years ago as a hyperactive teenager and chewed her ears off gushing over Star Wars. I don't know if she still has the picture I gave her, but I thank her for taking it with a grin. I would like to thank her for all the work she does. Her Universe is more than a company. It's a family.

A lot has changed these past 5 years. I'm no longer a insecure teenager, but a confident young woman. My fangirl friends are now all grown and getting married (gasp). But what will never change is the support and love shared between the fangirl community. We all come from such different backgrounds, but we're all part of the Her Universe family.

I'm happy.

Update

Now that everything is settled with school I look forward to spending a lovely summer hanging out with my blog.

Cause we're the cool kids, am-I-right?

Besides some freelance writing I've got lined up, I'll be free to write up a storm here.

Next blog topic?

THE MAKING OF A CLONE FANGIRL. (Coming soon!)

The Things I Buy

Me: Remember those Clone Wars elastic wristbands from, like, 2009?

Jessa: Yeah, aren't those the ones you never found because the stores were sold out, and you were too cheap to buy them online?

Me: Uh huh.

Jessa: So?

Me: Ever since then I've always regretted not getting them, and I just found them online for $15 bucks... Soooo....

Jessa: For elastic bracelets?

Me: THEY MAKE ME FEEL NOSTALGIC, OKAY?

Jessa: Hey, it's your money--- Are those clone pencils? ARE THOSE CLONE PENCILS!?


So yeah. Star Wars fans have bizarre wish lists... It's very hard to explain to my friends that, yes, I can be appeased with Star Wars pencils, elastic bands, and a cardboard cutout of Chewy to guard me as I sleep. I mean, what else could I possibly want!?

So My Grandmother's House is Maybe/Kinda Haunted by a Jedi Ghost

So the title to this post is kinda long and complicated, but it pretty much explains itself, yeah?

I've always had an overactive imagination. I attribute it to a healthy dose of Scooby Doo and creepy stories I was made to read in school, like one where a dead guy's foot snapped off from getting too cold, and another guy tricked this other guy into thinking the cow ate him.*

*Actual story I was made to read

Thankfully I've grown out of being a chicken, for the most part. (My sister would laugh at that, and tell you no.)

But I tell you, some pretty strange things have happened in my grandmother's house. Here's a paraphrased version of what happened.

This evening-

Sister: Did you turn the tv off last night?

Me: No, we fell asleep with it on.

Sister: No, I turned it off last night and put the remotes on the table.

Me: Okay, so?

Sister: It was on when I woke up.

Me: ...

Sister: ...

Me: It's our own Jedi ghost I'm so excited what are we going to name him

Sister: ...Felix.

Quick Note

I've been blogging for less than a month, and I'm already feeling the pressure to conform. I kept telling myself things like-

"No, you have to write this not that or no one will ever read your stuff."

"If you don't fit the mold, you'll be stuck talking to yourself on website that only two people a year read."

But you know what, I started this blog for a reason. So what if I spend the next three years talking to myself on a blog? If I want to write about space unicorns that fly to Mars, then I'll do it!

Life's too short. Write. Write bad. Write good. Write what you want. Write what makes you laugh, 'cause life's too short to try and conform to something you're not. Be spectacular for being you, because in this world, being yourself truly is a rare thing.

Peace out <3

Star Wars Day

I was planning on opening this post with a Star Wars joke, but nah. That would be cheesy.

...

What did the Jedi say to the sheep?

May the force be with ewe!

...

Sorry. I decided I had better use it or loose it.

So tomorrow's May the 4th! Star Wars Day! I'm sure you need no reminding at this point. There will be Star Wars posts and sales and marathons galore to keep you reminded. I don't know about you, but I've got some pretty amazing plans in store for my Star Wars Day- college finals! All right! Come on, I know you want to trade places with me.

Actually, the only way I'm getting through tomorrow is by pretending I'm taking a final at the Imperial Academy. (I can't be the only person who does this.)

But the day shouldn't be a total loss. I also plan on painting a new Star Wars shirt, and I might use my action figures to stage a diorama of Jabba the Hutt's palace. My cat has been cast in the role of Jabba. It's a part that seems to suit him.

So my advice for a successful day of Star Wars merriment?

Don't be a college student with finals. 

And pass along this friendly PSA to your friends: Cats love chewing on action figures. Guard them with your life.