the stepford bachelorette
rare is the day that passes in which i don’t eat at least one bowl of granola and soy milk. i like cereal as a meal. it’s probably the easiest thing in the world to make (if you can call pouring milk and cereal into a bowl “making” something) and i don’t have to wash any pots or berate myself for nuking a frozen burrito again. yet somewhere within me is a sleeping culinary princess–one who will someday be awoken by the kiss of true kitchen love and live happily ever after as a domestic goddess. i have a lot riding on this.
and so despite my present (and certainly temporary) propensity for pasta, sandwiches, and soups, this week has had me longing for an apron. sunday started off the trend with a 3 tiered birthday cake which can’t be explained much beyond the picture. thursday i really did bake a cherry pie. not from scratch, but i made a lattice, which surely domestifies me that much more. tonight is a cheese ball. watch out, amy sedaris.
