Thursday, June 11, 2009

In Which I Become Domestic

I love my new apartment so much it borders on obsession. I would post photos, you know, but then that might be internet TMI. Also, we're still waiting on some furniture and I want to have the whole kit and kaboodle set up before I go all out posting pictures and expecting compliments.

That said, being in the apartment has sent my emotions on a whirlwind. Last night, at Bed, Bath and Beyond (also known as the flaming Gates of Hell to some), I actually bought a pyrex pie dish.

Just who do I think I am?

I don't know how to cook. Hell, I really don't know how to bake. But being in this apartment makes me want to cook, clean, organize, decorate, and just exist in the apartment. Graham and I made our first dinner two nights ago. Check out the recipe here. It was easy as hell, and delicious. Also: it made enough to feed us for lunch for two days. How to save money 101: cook dinner at home.












Dueling Sarah Michelles: Forcibly Domestic / Naturally Domestic

I think up until recently I had always shied away from housework and cooking because I'm pretty lazy, and I'm a feminist. There's just something about being in the kitchen, with my hair all in my face, covered in flour that just screams June Cleaver to me (in a bad, non-sexy, sad, pathetic way). But, ah, with age and maturity comes the realization that cleaning your apartment and cooking your own food just means that you're an adult. It doesn't really have anything to do with feminism. And yes, you want to divide these chores with your partner (if you have one). Lucky for me, my boo unloaded the dishwasher last night.

Basically, I just want my life to be filled with wonderful food, and I want an apartment with fresh flowers. I'm almost there guys. I can almost taste it. (Now if only I could find a better job).
























Let's ask Giada. Can domesticity be sexy?

Whoa. Whoa there.

I'm not quite ready for that.


5 comments:

Anonymous said...

people gotta eat so somebody has to cook.. glad you realize that some things aren't so laden with meaning.. hang in there on the job front.. many, many people would love to have an awful, terrible job to go to these days.. and enjoy the new apartment

Meagan said...

I see you've found the Smitten Kitchen website too! I've been making at least one or two of her recipes a week for the last month and have not been disappointed yet.

I love that everyone starting out in their own place in their early twenties seems to have the ubiquitous Pyrex pie plate. I've got one, my 21 year old sister has one, etc. I just end up making a lot of chicken pot pie with mine.

Snobber said...

anon (aka aunt karen?): yes, at least i am employed. thank god for small favors.

meagan: it's so awesome! i hope everything on there is as easy to make as the pasta (probs not). pyrex pie plate = domestic bliss, obvs. (also: chicken pot pie? you just blew my mind).

William Owen said...

You gotta cook, because its a basic survival skill if nothing else. Apocalypse comes, you know who they look to lead everybody, the cooks.

And the pie dish is where it's at - with enough pie, you could save the world.

m said...

i think domesticity, when you enjoy it, and enjoy sharing it with a partner, is a totally great thing.

on a related note: do you want to join the cooking club i'm forming?