Kitchen Fail
There really is nothing like a home cooked meal. Don't get me wrong, I'm
a pretty good cook and when I go to my finance's family home, his mom's
food is also really tasty. But at the end of the day, I really miss
eating food cooked by my own mummy and sister. I miss those familiar
smells and tastes. My soon to be family is African, they have some very
different foods compared to my Pakistani family. I've had the
opportunity to taste and learn about different foods, but I still miss
the classics I'm used to. I even miss cleaning up together with my
sister, we would take turns everyday doing different tasks so our mom
could relax. After all, mummy did do all the cooking and preparation for
dinner.
Moving away from home means the first time I have to properly cook for myself; and it hasn't
exactly been easy. Not because I don't know how to cook, but
because my apartment my kitchen really isn't the best. The basics are there, but they aren't the best quality-wise. Since September I have had to master the foreign-to-me ways of cooking on an electric stove top. Although it took some time to get used to, I think I have a good handle on it now. Which is a good thing since my new place will have one too. I am afraid to use the oven though. I honestly think it will blow up if I try. And this Fahrenheit to Celsius business is
pretty annoying as well.
It's also difficult to have to share a small
kitchen with 3 other girls. We have limited pantry storage and
fridge/freezer space. There have been many times I was unable to cook
when I wanted to because someone else already was. To make matters
worse, up until January we had a fridge that stuck out into the small
kitchen space we had because it wasn't the right size. It's been quite the experience learning to live on my own and cook for myself.
Hopefully in my new home
my sister and I can try new recipes together when I have a nice spacious
kitchen to work in.
~Maria
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