I haven’t cooked in my “new” kitchen yet. There have been plenty of other foodie distractions and interests that have kept me away from the apartment. I’m actually hoping that I can keep on eating out so that I don’t have to face the kitchen. It was so utterly disappointing to walk into my new life as a to-be pastry chef only to find that the “kitchen” was actually the laundry room with two hot plates and a microwave almost as old as I am. I just had to laugh because it felt like one of those moments when a kid gives you a hunk of mud and calls it food. I’m being negative. At least it’s kind of adorable when a kid does that. I’m just trying to ease my way into that part of the house. It’s only been a week since I arrived, so I’m giving myself another seven days to get over the hot plates and try frying an egg.
In the meantime, I have many restaurants and cafes I can write about to show how I’ve been avoiding you-know-what.
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