We're Making Sourdough! Day 3, morning

So about not doing twice-a-day posting anymore...
I was kidding, it appears.
In other news, IT'S ALIVE!
I didn't kill my sourdough, there was no hoochy stuff on top, and there were definite bubbles and signs of it having risen a lot during the night. My housemate turned off the oven light this morning, but I'll put up a note or something. It definitely needs the warmth. Especially since it's raining still. I promise, I'll get to the store today. I'm also thinking about baking something interesting, or cooking something other than stir fry and crepes, so be prepared.
Day 3 (10:00): Starter showed signs of having risen after sitting in a slightly warmed oven all night, if not all morning. Bubbles were evident, and the smell had lost much of the sickly sweetness, although it wasn't quite yeasty. It might not be supposed to be yeasty. I'm not too worried. It's brand spanking new, and Mike says that the initial dominant bacteria and fungi might not be the final dominant cultures. So I forgot to discard half, and added a little more than 50 g each of tap water and unbleached white flour. I'll get rid of half if it's growing like crazy today, and I should be able to watch it like a hawk, given that I have nothing better to do except go to the gas station for batteries. I also scraped down the sides really well with the trusty spatula and tried to put lots of air into it by mixing vigorously, as per Mike, although I didn't stir between adding water and flour.

In other other news, I've been reading all of Well Fed, Flat Broke lately, starting whenever I wake up and ending when I get a headache from reading in bed for too long. It makes me want to cook all the food. I really, really miss the presence of a fresh vegetable venue nearby. In England (where I lived for a semester and which has accidentally turned into the "well, it was better there, and also I'm one-upping you" card), we had fruit and veg stands every other street, with three on one particular street. It was great. You could pick up just enough produce for dinner on the way home each day. Here, I have to walk for at least fifteen minutes to get to expensive produce and easily half an hour to forty minutes to get cheap, fairly decent produce. And then it goes bad because I buy too much and don't actually have a use for it, or I do have a use for it and it just never happens because life happens instead and we're just out of luck on that tomato, which was out of season and kind of skeezy looking to begin with.
Hell of a sentence, Raeann. I promise (been making a lot of those lately) that I can write real good, it's just that school's out and I haven't had my tea. Also, writing with excellent grammar has few applications outside of academic and professional writing (like copyrights, instruction manuals, and newspapers). It's stuffy and stifles conversation, and I blog like I talk, which is with extra commas here and not enough there and lots of "ands" that would be quickly squashed and turned into comma series if I wasn't just having a conversation with you all.

An Introduction

This is going to be different from at least two of the blogging adventures I've had and/or am having. There will be no dates in the titles, no numbers. This isn't about making a statement or letting people know what I'm up to, it's about food.
Specifically, it's about being a broke-ass vegetarian student in the dry part of the pacific northwest. Living on-campus, it was easy, if unhealthy. Just get the cheese-smothered food from the vegetarian window in the cafeteria. Just ask for the mashed potatoes without the gravy. Get a grilled cheese, or maybe a bean burger if you feel like waiting ten minutes at the grill. Eat an unappetizing salad, possibly with rubbery, cold tofu chunks and never any garbanzo beans. Eat tomato and cheese subs. Have a scone and a mocha for breakfast every day or so.
Living off-campus without an exorbitant meal plan is freeing, although somewhat paralyzing at the same time. Lunch breaks are harder to plan, since you can't just pop over to the cafeteria or back to your room for a snack, since your hour-long break is so close to being done by the time you factor in your half-hour round trip. It's hard to cook for yourself when you're so used to having everything prepared.
Fortunately, I love cooking. I love knowing what I'm eating without going "Um, what's in this?" and seeing the terrified look of the student worker behind the counter who has no idea.
Of course, I fall into ruts. There has been a lot of tofu and couscous consumed. I'm not necessarily healthier than my more omnivorous counterparts, since my vegetable servings are lame to nonexistent.
I have high hopes that this blog might spur me to greater vegetable consumption. If nothing else, it's somewhere for me to write down what I eat.
A bit about me: I live with two friends right now, S and A; this number will expand to 5 when school starts up and will include L, K, and C. I'm about to be a senior in college; I plan on going straight back to school as soon as I graduate. My passion right now lies in disease research, but I haven't actually done any, so I guess we'll see. 
Regarding the title, I did say baker?
Yes. It's how I procrastinate. I also mentioned how I'm generally broke. While eggs and butter are not expensive, they run out fast when you bake a lot. I don't have a car, and the cheapest grocery is a very long walk. I hate shopping with a group, so I tend to only shop when I have to walk to the store, even if I end up calling someone to get me home because I accidentally packed something horribly wrong. I am rarely in possession of eggs and butter, which renders me practically vegan. I'm not, although I respect them a lot more and am intrigued by the health benefits, as someone who discovered she had a shitty cholesterol problem at the ripe old age of 18.
So, without further ado, I give you this food blog.