When I’m not running or going to the concerts at Shoreline I’m usually attempting to cook. And I do mean attempting to cook. My cooking skills weren’t really facilitated by the ease of restaurants in the city and the fact that sometimes it was cheaper to eat out than to cook. So, since my move I’ve been trying out new recipes from the web, cookbooks and health food stores to improve my domesticity. This doesn’t always go well. Half the time I don’t know what the ingredient I’m using or looking for really is and sometimes I can’t even pronounce it; for example, the quince. I don’t really know what it is beyond a funny apple-looking fruit. But I decided in my boldness to bake it for a dessert. This time success, but not always.
The great thing about moving out her to Gables End is that no matter how many ingredients I need or how many times I need to go back to get them I can always make a quick trip to Whole Foods or Trader Joe’s. And they are pretty much right across the street from each other so if one doesn’t have what I’m looking for, chances are I can get it across the way. And the people at both stores are really helpful and don’t laugh (at least not in my face) when I ask all sorts of questions about ingredients and look for helpful suggestions. This honestly makes my move easier and more enjoyable. No more snobby clerks from the city passing judgment on some sad little meal I’ll probably burn. Now, I’m off to the kitchen because the pumpkin is my next challenge.