There’s no way you can detest me more than I detest myself at this very moment. But let’s not focus on the kitchen pun failure right now (then why did you make it the title of the post, dummy?) and rather, focus on what I actually wanted to talk about today. Having a kitchen.
I’m really lucky to have roomed with people who love good food as much as I do. None of my three roommates make a habit of going to fast food places, and all of them know, in some respect, how to cook. Colton learned a bunch of vegan/vegetarian meals with his older sister over the summer, Lindsey is awesome with a George Foreman, and Ellen is the baking queen (with a lot of experience in rice as well). I, on the other hand, know my seasonings and breakfast foods.
Even with all that said, starting this year, I wasn’t sure how often we’d actually USE our awesome kitchen, because let’s face it. We’re college students and we’re both inherently cheap and inherently lazy.
But so far, we’ve cooked something every single day. I’ve made french toast, pancakes (blueberry, strawberry, AND chocolate chip), an egg/potato scramble, baked potatoes, ravioli with roasted zucchini, and tonight I’m sauteing vegetables and tofu (Lindsey and Ellen are making chicken instead of tofu, because they aren’t vegetarians). Colton has made homemade Indian food, potato pizzas (which you’ll see in a tentative new cooking show we’re creating called “Cooking with Gandalf” on Thursday!). Ellen has made two varieties of cookies, asparagus (to go along with the baked potatoes) and assisted on a variety of other recipes. Lindsey made pesto pasta (well, I sort of cooked the pasta, because she apparently always overcooks it and I’m “the Italian”). And those are just the meals we made for all of us. We all also make food for ourselves for breakfasts and lunches when we’re all in different places.
This is amazing to me, not only because all the food has been fantastic, but because we’ve already sort of fallen into a pattern. Cooking is just a natural part of the day for us now. Every morning, 
we’ll be sitting in the living room on our separate laptops, either watching videos or doing homework (or blogging… hehehe) and someone will ask “what are we cooking for dinner tonight?” Then we’ll all discuss what’s in the fridge and what sounds good, and then a few hours later, voila, we’ll cook it!
I know that I’m living in a sort of idealized version of adulthood, but still, cooking our own dinners and washing our own dishes and buying our own groceries makes me feel very…well, adult. And that’s cool. I didn’t get this experience last year, not at all. Last year was sort of like living in prison, with a choice of which slop line to eat from. This year is like living in a castle or something compared to that hellhole. I’m glad I had the experience, but even gladder that we got the seriously best room this year EVAR.
My knuckles hurt super bad from crocheting, so I have to stop typing now. See you Friday for another Who post about the latest episode, “Night Terrors”, which seriously freaked me and Lindsey (the only roommate who watched DW with me) out. Whee!
