Why is it I always want to cook here?
At home when I get bored, I want to read or go on the internet or something. Here... I look for food to make. This morning I was reading Thucydides while stirring mango/raspberry preserves, and really, that was just silly. It was. There was no need for making them, I'm not sure I want them, and it certainly did not help me to concentrate, or to get to the post office early enough to end up bringing both packages home today.
But I suppose that I know why I want to cook here, and I should just feel lucky to not be as obsessive about feeding people as Tim. I cook here because there are the ingredients I want, almost always, and because if I cook something, someone will eat it. Which feels like a miracle, after being at home for 6 weeks.
That and the avoiding-work thing. Because if I'm avoiding work, I may as well be doing something I can define as productive, right?
At home when I get bored, I want to read or go on the internet or something. Here... I look for food to make. This morning I was reading Thucydides while stirring mango/raspberry preserves, and really, that was just silly. It was. There was no need for making them, I'm not sure I want them, and it certainly did not help me to concentrate, or to get to the post office early enough to end up bringing both packages home today.
But I suppose that I know why I want to cook here, and I should just feel lucky to not be as obsessive about feeding people as Tim. I cook here because there are the ingredients I want, almost always, and because if I cook something, someone will eat it. Which feels like a miracle, after being at home for 6 weeks.
That and the avoiding-work thing. Because if I'm avoiding work, I may as well be doing something I can define as productive, right?