Two teen girls in search of scholarships and a food processor--we blame Mark Bittman. (But if you happen to be Mark Bittman we love you and if you happen to have grandsons, we have plans to marry them. Just so you know.) We're stuck in paradise in faculty dorms with professor parents (we think we've gotten away with minimal emotional damage) (and we like parenthesis a lot). We feel the need to chronicle our lives and desperate need for a food processor.