Listening to Coldplay's Prospect's March EP. If you don't yet have it get it! I almost like it better than the album, which took a while to grow on me because it was so different. The EP (much more like what I would expect out of them) is great sunny day music. It's like you want to look at something that's seemingly magical while listening to it.
Hence, I'm sitting at my kitchen table which I love to do, but almost never do; looking out the window at a sunny scene, while waiting for my noodles to chill. I felt like cooking. I am becoming domesticated. I have been having random urges to cook. Sometimes, I fight them and then sleep, or eat something really processed instead. Other times, like friday (brownies) and today (pasta), I put forth the small effort of preparing something from a box that requires the addition of eggs or vegetable oil.
I guess it's breaking the ice for me and cooking to repair our relationship. Things haven't been good since the baking soda incident...or any of the multiple burning incidents. I am building up to making things by recipe again. I'm also getting more comfortable with my gas oven and stove. The stove top doesn't freak me out that much, but the oven and the *BOOSH* noise that happens when it lights again in the middle of baking something. Yes, maybe it is possible for me to get at least comfortable with cooking again, if not good at it. I do however, truly enjoy whisking things. It makes me feel fancy.
Time to check the noodles!
