i feel like i should mention the five billion more memorable meals i had before my roommate left nyc FOREVER (sniff).

lunch at ssam bar (steamed pork buns, which were tiny, and bip bim bap, which was huge, both being delicious, and cheaper than momofuku ko.)

drinks at campbell apartment, which was basically everything we imagined it would be (both good and bad). midday before commuters come in would be ideal.

dinner at balthazar, as gawker has ingrained into me it is an essential new york institution, and had duck shepard's pie, profiteroles and vouvray.

final hamburger in ny for roommate at royale (still the best) followed by zum schneider then tiki drinks (and disaster!) at otto's shruken head

lunch at pearl oyster bar, where we only looked at the 27 dollar oyster roll and other controversies (but the chowder was good)

lime cookies
oatmeal with milk and brown sugar
crackers
potato chips
omelette with turkey and cheddar (please note that spellcheck came up for omelette, suggesting omelet [which anyone who lived with me first year of college knows is incorrect] but also omelette's, making no sense at all)
pasta and marinara sauce
savennieres
jalapeno cheese crunches

raspberry pop tart
crackers
dal with yogurt
chicken burrito
pasta with marinara sauce and an egg
lime juice and tonic
lime cookies

Our entire kitchen had something of a nervous breakdown last month, so cooking anything was at a minimum for a variety of reasons. I managed (mostly before and after, not during) to make the revised no-knead bread from Cook's Illustrated, and again adding sunflower seeds and millet. It was better, I guess, but not that much improvement from the original.
As I was worrying about large amounts of butter going bad in a rapidly deteriorating fridge, I made these Irish Coffee brownies, which everyone liked except my roommate. I think the flavor was stronger the first day and then mellowed, but if you don't like whiskey or coffee in the first place...The glaze in the recipe was pretty necessary though to get a richer flavor.
I made molten chocolate cakes for my roommate's birthday since I figured the recipe had very little to object to. I also had been wanting to make them for a while since they were popular a couple of years ago and always mentioned as good dinner party desserts. I was scared to overcook them, and...I didn't. I undercooked them, but one came out nicely (ie, didn't fall apart upon turning it over) and were fairly impressive for the low amount of work put into them, and both roommates liked them. No pictures, as the time-sensitivity was stressful.