I’ve heard that you don’t know what you’ve have until it’s gone.
And then, when you realize what you’ve lost, there’s this sudden woosh of sadness.
I miss having a kitchen. The one in my apartment is, let’s face it, a disaster. You can’t even describe it as “quaint” because that paints the mental image of carved cabinets and finicky ovens. Perhaps a loose knob or two.
No. My kitchen is not “quaint,” it’s “nonexistent.” We’re talking no counter space, microwave, mini-fridge, and a four-burner stovetop. I bought a toaster oven on a desperate February snow day, positive that I could not make it another day without cookies.
It sounds like I’m complaining. I am, a little, I’d admit it. Whining, even. And really, I’ve survived. I’ve lived in the apartment for two years, and I haven’t wasted away to a mere shadow of my former self (I blame the cookies I was so hellbent on).
The problem is, when I get back into a kitchen, I go a little crazy.
I become obsessed with doing all the things I can’t do in my little hole-in-the-wall impostor of a kitchen. Seriously, I think I have dreams about the possibilities. Crazy sparkely dreams filled with flour and sugar and lemons and rainbows.
Ok, maybe not rainbows.
I’m house sitting this week. Besides getting to spend time with these ladies, I also have access to a kitchen. With a counter. And a normal size oven. And a dishwasher.
Be still my heart. I may never leave.
So far, I’ve made vegetarian chili, cheddar cornbread, and soft pretzels. To be fair, it’s been pouring rain, and my favorite place to be when it’s pouring rain, other than back in bed, is the kitchen. There’s just something so insanely movie-romantic about baking when there’s torrential rains going on outside.
Needless to say, the gym has been sorely neglected.
I also made this amazing recipe by Dorie Greenspan. It’s so simple and elegant and ridiculously easy. And it has the word “French” in the title which makes it sound that much more sophisticated. Remember that sophistication when you’re eating this with your fingers while watching bad TV.
I think it might be my “go-to” loaf cake from now on. Everyone needs one of those, right?
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