Spirit (daimones) wrote,
Spirit
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I remember.

The smell of the kitchen in Germany, my father over the oven making deep fried mushrooms. My mother making fresh bread and cakes and cookies. I remember learning all these things. Not the quick bake stuff of nowadays, but the old, day long baking to have warm bread at night. I miss it, I do. I could live my life happily as a chef, I think. Strangely enough, even though my memories are all about baking, it's cooking I enjoy the most now. Both make the kitchen smell different.

Yesterday, I spent 80 dollars on baking things. A lot of flour mixes for different sorts of pancakes and muffins...some frozen fruits, some mixing bowls. My prize is my mixer (click here to see)..it's horribly useful. I just wandered. Bought things. I drooled over some cast iron cookware..some griddles. Someday I will have a fully stocked and amazing kitchen. I'm sure of it. :)

Today, I got bored and make key lime bars. It was good. And even the simple act of bars, via mix, was satisfying and memory inducing. I need a shaker that will dispense powered sugar ala Emeril-style.

Alas, my makeshift one was not so cool. And no good results are found when searching in all the good places.

Next? berry muffins. I think. I'll probably eat cheerio's before then. ;)

I think maybe cooking is cathartic. I had a bad day, yesterday. Well, not bad...but. Hard. Maybe I try too hard and crush things, but no matter, I felt horrible. I still feel horrible. What sort of friend am I?

Regardless, cooking made me feel better. Quickest way to the heart is through the stomach, right?
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