The Beauty Of Cook Out

The Beauty Of Cook Out

I hear those hush puppies calling my name.
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Cook Out is a renowned establishment all throughout the South, and it's probably one of the greatest fast food joints to ever be created. Coming to school in the South has opened my eyes to this wonderful place, and I wish everyone would have the opportunity to taste the delicious food they have. Fortunately, Cook Out has been working on expanding their locations across eight states. Starting in North Carolina, Cook Out is now in South Carolina, Georgia, West Virginia, Maryland, Tennessee, Virginia and Kentucky.

1. The Milkshakes

There are over 40 milkshake varieties, so you basically can't go without finding something you want. My great grandmother used to crave the chocolate milkshake and would have it as her dinner. They have so many options and depending on the time of the year, they have amazing specialty milkshakes as well. The Butter-Finger Shake is phenomenal, 10/10 would recommend.


2. Cook Out Trays

Cook Out trays are the perfect combination of beauty and grace. Whether you're crying because finals are harshing your mellow, or you have a DD to drive you there on a Saturday night, a Cook Out tray is the cure all. They're inexpensive and good for the soul.

3. Hush puppies

Cook Out's hush puppies are amazing. Their signature deep fried cornbread bits are so delicious and way too hard to pass up.

4. Corn Dogs

Hands down my favorite option on the menu. Their corn dogs are breaded and deep fried to perfection, and it's only 0.99 cents. Can you really go wrong? The answer is no.

5. Bacon Wrap

These are a real weakness to many. A bacon wrap is literally a flour tortilla with bacon and lettuce. Cook Out somehow made this random concoction a huge success, and this food steals the heart of many that frequent the drive thru.

Cook Out is a huge hit for all of us attending school in the south. It's always sad craving Cook Out when you're home and can't drive those 3.3 miles to get yourself a Cook Out tray. This fast food joint is easily one of the best parts about going to school in North Carolina, and it is going to be greatly missed during the summer.

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Sorry Not Sorry, My Parents Paid For My Coachella Trip

No haters are going to bring me down.
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With Coachella officially over, lives can go back to normal and we can all relive Beyonce’s performance online for years to come. Or, if you were like me and actually there, you can replay the experience in your mind for the rest of your life, holding dear to the memories of an epic weekend and a cultural experience like no other on the planet.

And I want to be clear about the Beyonce show: it really was that good.

But with any big event beloved by many, there will always be the haters on the other side. The #nochella’s, the haters of all things ‘Chella fashion. And let me just say this, the flower headbands aren’t cultural appropriation, they’re simply items of clothing used to express the stylistic tendency of a fashion-forward event.

Because yes, the music, and sure, the art, but so much of what Coachella is, really, is about the fashion and what you and your friends are wearing. It's supposed to be fun, not political! Anyway, back to the main point of this.

One of the biggest things people love to hate on about Coachella is the fact that many of the attendees have their tickets bought for them by their parents.

Sorry? It’s not my fault that my parents have enough money to buy their daughter and her friends the gift of going to one of the most amazing melting pots of all things weird and beautiful. It’s not my fault about your life, and it’s none of your business about mine.

All my life, I’ve dealt with people commenting on me, mostly liking, but there are always a few that seem upset about the way I live my life.

One time, I was riding my dolphin out in Turks and Cacaos, (“riding” is the act of holding onto their fin as they swim and you sort of glide next to them. It’s a beautiful, transformative experience between human and animal and I really think, when I looked in my dolphin’s eye, that we made a connection that will last forever) and someone I knew threw shade my way for getting to do it.

Don’t make me be the bad guy.

I felt shame for years after my 16th birthday, where my parents got me an Escalade. People at school made fun of me (especially after I drove into a ditch...oops!) and said I didn’t deserve the things I got in life.

I can think of a lot of people who probably don't deserve the things in life that they get, but you don't hear me hating on them (that's why we vote, people). Well, I’m sick of being made to feel guilty about the luxuries I’m given, because they’ve made me who I am, and I love me.

I’m a good person.

I’m not going to let the Coachella haters bring me down anymore. Did my parents buy my ticket and VIP housing? Yes. Am I sorry about that? Absolutely not.

Sorry, not sorry!

Cover Image Credit: Kaycie Allen

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Another Word On Coffee

I Tasted the Raw Bean
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Since my last spilling of words on the topic of coffee, fate has led me in an interesting direction. Allow me to take your hand, just give it here... You're really sweaty.

There I was, an hour before class, dying from the amount if sleep I deprived myself of. I could make coffee or go buy it for a gut punching price. I started some of my own brew, my own volition, my special bean. After pouring an overly confident cup, I nearly cried from a realization: I'm out of creamer. What was I to do? I was almost late for class with a poorly poured cup of black, untainted coffee. I did what anyone who often becomes uncomfortable in easily avoidable situations would do, I panicked and took it with me. I took no notice at first, it wasn't until I had forgotten I had the option to take a sip of boiling liquid that I remembered it wasn't comfort waiting for me in that thermos. Oh no, it was a surprise.

It wasn't too bad,for the first two hours. If I had a cup twice as small I might have finished it. But sadly, my heart couldn't take it. I went with the cautious route, too. Slow sips, a nice pace, the whole deal. I could only make it a fourth of the way down before hauling cheek to the nearest source of refined udders.

I finished it shortly after juicing up that bean torment. Maybe I'll acquire more of a taste for the condensed asphalt in the future, until then, my mouth remains the same.

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