Dig dig dig. Ice cream sticks.

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Things are finally starting to fall into place.

Broadband is up and running. Suitcase unpacked. Household necessities purchased. Daily activity starting to converge to a predictable routine. And I'm slowly picking up cooking again.

Yes. Picking up.

I stopped cooking for a month. One whole month of salads and semi-instant food. Just pop in microwave, jampi a bit, and *ding!!*, dinner is served.

Why? I'm not too sure. I've never thought myself as being the fussy type, but somehow, I'm strangely depressed by the state of my new kitchen. It exudes an aura of impotence that I'm yet to come to terms with.

It's crammed. Real estate is scarce on the worktop. There's two small electric slabs that's trying too hard to pass itself off as a stove, ...

... and the oven that has seem way too many winters. It takes longer to preheat than it does to cook anything, and it makes strange noises in the middle of the night as if there's a trapped pixie trying to tunnel it's way out with an ice cream stick.

Oh well. Perhaps all it needs is a good breaking in...


I'm back!!!!!!