In the comments of my last post, Kris asked if I cook supremely. I’m not sure I cook supremely (you’ll have to ask people who have tasted my cooking — any comments from the peanut gallery?), but I do cook. In fact, every time I cook I realize that I don’t cook as often as I’d like to. Why? Well, first of all, my kitchen is on the small side. Not bad for a New York apartment, but certainly not spacious. I like cooking and eating with friends, and although I can just about squeeze in one other person to chop something while I’m at the stove, I can’t really cook with someone. In my dream kitchen I’ll have a big island where friends can sip wine, nibble, and chop things while I’m doing the same. Now, I just have people sit in chairs near the kitchen so I don’t feel left out. Second, it’s really not that easy to cook for one. Yes, you can cook a large amount and end up with leftovers for lunch and whatnot, which is a good thing (although I have recently met someone who doesn’t eat leftovers. At all. I find this very odd.), but sometimes I just end up with a little too much for one meal, but not quite enough for two. Tonight I made simple steamed mussels with white wine, garlic, and chili flakes — it would have been a perfect meal for two with a salad. It was too much for just me, and I didn’t really think the leftovers would keep in this case, so I threw them out. Such a shame.
Regardless, I really do want to cook more and eat out less — just one resolution that I’m trying to start a little early. I’ve also gotten a fantastic coffee mug so that I can bring coffee to work in the morning — resolution number two. Stay tuned for the next one — it’s a doozy.
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You are, of course, aware that it is no longer allowed to drink coffee on the subway. . .but I guess they can’t keep you from carrying it on in a closed mug. Unless, of course, they have instituted coffee sniffing dogs at all entrances.
You are, of course, aware that it is no longer allowed to drink coffee on the subway. . .but I guess they can’t keep you from carrying it on in a closed mug. Unless, of course, they have instituted coffee sniffing dogs at all entrances.