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Sunday, October 20, 2013

A reasonable level of domesticity


Right now, my apartment smells like delicious banana bread. I baked it myself and it tastes mad good, yo. I'm not going to give you the recipe though, because this isn't a food blog.

One of the biggest upsides to living by myself is that I've been cooking a lot more. Ok, it also helps that I'm a bit "financially-challenged". And that I have a dishwasher. It's a scientific fact that washing dishes is the worst part of cooking.

I don't have the foresight, energy, or overall desire to go full-on DIY. For example, I think I'd have to be a really special kind of bored to go about preserving things in jars (even though I respect those who do that). I've just found that I function well at this basic level. It works for me. Like keeping my apartment in a basically tidy state. I didn't think that I'd be able to manage that, turns out I'm not too bad at it.  

In general, I tend to do more kitchen activities in the winter anyway, because soup is delicious and you can basically throw everything in a pot without it requiring your undivided attention while it's cooking. Maybe it does, but not the way I do it.

Baking is a whole different thing. I used to bake a ton when I was younger. I was obsessed with this old cookbook that belonged to my mom and the cakes just seemed so classy. Plus, my mom used to do competitive cake decorating, so she had all these baking accoutrements. However, baking in Germany always seemed at best a hassle and at worst a goddamned nightmare. All sorts of different types of flour and metric system measurements and temperatures and bullshit that doesn't really fit with my more laissez-faire kitchen skillz.

But now I've got some kitchen utensils with those wacky US customary units and suddenly...I couldn't wait to bake. Except I've put it off for about six months. I'm pleased with the result (as I mentioned above) and hope to (sometime in the *next* six months) bake some real bread. Or maybe something else.

I cannot be stopped. Bla bla bla...

Excelsior!

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