For the next few weeks I'll mostly be away. Yes I'll be "cooking" - I feel the need to use the quotes because it's unclear if what I'm doing with food would actually count as cooking - but for the most part I won't be in my own kitchen.
I really have no right to complain, because the kitchen I'm using is my mother's. In the house I grew up in. That's right. I spent 18 years, plus some assorted summers living in this house, helping to cook in this kitchen, but despite that, I'm constantly running into reminders that it is not mine.
1. Took me a solid 5 minutes to locate a cheese grater.
2. My mother does not seem to own salad dressing.
3. She does, however, own 2 different sizes of pizza stone. Just in case.
4. Her own does not run hot like mine. An interesting lesson I should remember for when I'm no longer living in my current apartment. Things take longer to cook when your oven is not automatically set to scorch.
5. In a Through The Looking Glass turn of events, I am no longer without food. Instead I have a list of 800 million things that all must be eaten immediately if not sooner or they'll go bad. If anyone has a use for bacon, kielbasa, a roast chicken and leftover korean food please come forward. Keep in mind that my husband will eat neither the bacon nor the kielbasa.