Mom's Mason jars and spicy apple teriyaki stir-fry
There’s something about the first meal you cook from scratch in a new apartment ( I mean house!) to make you feel like you’re finally settling in. It wasn’t anything fancy, but it was the first time in months I 100% knew what was going into my body. That’s actually kind of terrifying to think about. I mean how often do you eat something delicious and go ” gee I wonder what’s in this? It’s not like there’s crushed up bugs in these doritos….” I know I just murdered some dreams. Dear fellow snack food consumers, I am so sorry. Dear Organic food consumers- remember beetle’s wings are ALL NATURAL. Yay! We’ve all eaten bugs!
Sarah's Crunkified Baniero
Anyway, today was also amazing because I woke up from my first sleep in a long time that wasn’t on couch, or a floor, or on a mattress from bob’s discount cheap ass mattress factory ( I am looking at you Travelodge). I will say by far the most memorable of such sleeping experiences, was my short stint at my darling friend Sarah’s placebecause I got to use the pimpified bathroom with neon lights picturedto the right. Number one or number two- I felt cool using this loo. we could talk about how my mattress is on the floor of my soon to be beautiful bedroom, but frames are for suckers…errr people we’ve been in the country for more than a few weeks. WHY YOU TAKE SO LONG DELIVERY? (Ps. Can we talk about how cute my bed frame is going to be when it arrives? OMG, Sparkles!) Although it may be the only piece of furniture that’s arrived, I feel it pushes me one step closer to making this little English house a home.
It does not do to dwell on dreams & forget to live...
Speaking of it being an Engish home, lest we forget that I have a Harry Potter cupboard. This is where I will hide my small wizard child. Or, according to my estate agent, I can rent it out to a student for 30 gpb per week. I kid you not, poor university kids pay to live in people’s under the stair cupboards! am almost intrigued to do so, except this would inevitably lead to a house party when I was not home. I have seen enough teen dramas to know how these things pan out: bottles everywhere, some one pukes in my vase, there’s the totally predictable relationship that everyone is shocked emerges, and some “ugly” girl takes her glasses off and is suddenly “hot.” I’d miss all of it, because if you’re secretly throwing a house party in the house where you rent an under the cupboard cabinet- you’re not likely not going to invite your landlord. I mean I would spend everyday wondering if I was missing out on some juicy plot line and heavens knows I don’t need that kind of stress.
Now that life is getting back to normal, I promise to update the world on my adventures more often. And I will show more pictures of my house once I have a bit more furniture than a single mattress on the floor. Love, peace, and day old bread.
