I like to cook. No, really. Despite the fact that I haven't since I got into my my apartment with the oven of my dreams, and a full spice rack, and oh, lovely pots and pans and food to fill them with! I noticed this, because today, instead of fixing myself something actually resembling food, like, oh, a sandwich, I chose to eat pretzels, carrots and olives for lunch. And, um. This isn't the first time this has happened.
So yeah, I like cooking. Riiiiight.
So yeah, I like cooking. Riiiiight.