cookie time :-)
this makes me really sentimental because it is a representation of cooking as an act of love, and of cooking as a chain of love
this is the same recipe my mom used to make for me and my sister growing up - she'd make the dough, and we'd cut them out with our million and one cookie cutters, and then she'd make cream cheese frosting in a variety of colors and we'd have a cookie decorating day.
my mom got the recipe from the day care me and my sister went to as a baby - in our family cookbook (it's more of a compilation of all the recipes we use fairly regularly and enjoy; my dad put it together and he updates it every so often. I actually made my first independent contribution to the cookbook this year, when I made chana masala for my family and he asked where I found the recipe so I could add it to the cookbook) (it was bbc good food) the recipe is still titled after that day care.
and now I get to make it for Lucy and their family, my new family. I get to show them what I love so much about food.
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I perfectly poached some eggs btw, if you even care
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im opening tumblr. i am closing tumblr. if you see me on here today tell me to leave. i need to go do shit. aaaaaaaa
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Why is my job not living in a house with all my friends and cooking for them. Huhh. Why
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Well fuck, I know I need to go eat and then do chores but I'm feeling too fucking overwhelmed with The Sad to do either
And yes! I know eating would probably help! But getting the food and wanting to actually eat it are both difficult tasks to contemplate at the moment. There are just... so many tasks 😭
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i am being gay again and makin yall suffer
so my Boy (as in, the guy i’ve been pining after for almost 5 years but have been talking more w lately and my friends Say he’s flirting back????) is somehow??? the ideal malewife?? i already knew that plants/gardening is his fixation (as an ND person that’s how i can best describe it), and when i went to his place ofc he has the most PRISTINE garden (and grows all these cool things inside too) with all these types of plants AND OH MY GOD THE RANGE OF VEGGIES AND FRUITS GROWING, but then turns out he’s an INCREDIBLE BAKER TO THE EXTENT THAT MY MOM WAS SO ENAMOURED BY THE BAKING THAT SHE SAID I NEEDED TO FIND A WAY TO MARRY HIM “EVEN THOUGH [SHE] KNOWS [WE’RE] JUST FRIENDS”. not to mention he also made me sweet tea and mac n cheese (but the way we both like it, as apparently—as does mine—his family makes it too Dry; it’s gotta be Soup)
and im sitting here like. okay i have a specific set of skills, but what do i need to work on to become the ultimate DAD, yknow??? like, i’ve been wanting to figure out building so i can eventually maybe in the future build a dream greenhouse (i’d say for me but i’d be lying if it weren’t for him), and i do more heavy-duty yardwork like mowing the lawn and trimming hedges and weedcutting and snowshovelling, and maybe i should bug my dad to teach me how to Really bbq properly, but what else is there????????
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I've been wanting chicken quesadillas for days, and finally finally finally I got up enough energy to go to the store for the ingredients. That's a very difficult task on its own. Gotta get dressed. Drive there. Shop! But I did it!
I dressed cute but comfy and low effort. I drove all the way to the store. Shopped. Got some Starbucks as a fun reward. Barely had any guilt about spending money, and bought only the stuff on my list! Healthy stuff!
Brought it home. Unloaded it all. Appreciated how nice my fridge looks when it's full of healthy food.
And then I realized that I don't have enough energy to cook. I went to all the effort of buying the ingredients that I don't have anything left in me. Why. Why am I like this.
My quesadilla ingredients are sitting. Alone. In my fridge. Wanting to be cooked. I want them to be cooked. But the thought of standing. And cooking. Is so much. I cannot do it. But I want my quesadillas :( But I need to wash dishes. Need to cook. Can't wash dishes. Can't cook. Can't even stand. What the fuck is this bullshit.
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