I dislike you kitchen. I am tired of cooking bad food. We have had enough and honestly, it’s not you, it’s me.
My lovely small kitchen in our apartment is pretty, it’s small but spacious with a beautiful counter (marble replica), great cabinets nice stainless steel microwave and refrigerator and somewhat nicely decorated by me. But no magic happens there. Except for some great juices and the times I make delicious guacamole, but that doesn’t count! My food tastes bad every single time. My chicken always taste bad, like plastic. Let’s not talk about pork. And steak is okay. Poor Flavio always says it tastes good. But that’s just love because “good” is an understatement. It tastes horrible.
I know it tastes bad and here is why: I cook our lunch and we both take our lunch to work; that way we eat healthy and not spend money eating out everyday. But once in a while, I will be tired and Flavio will take over and cook for next day’s lunch. And when we take that lunch to work, I swear we both get complimented on the food. JUST BY THE SMELL OF IT. I get home and I tell him how my coworker said it smelled so good and asked what I was eating. And then he tells me the same thing happened to him. I NEVER hear those words when I cook lunch and take it to work!
But unlike those relationships that don’t work out and you just break up and never see that person again. I can’t do this with my kitchen! I see it everyday and I need it. I need to eat. And I like to eat. But god I am lazy to cook. I definitely need to work on this. This needs to be fixed. I want my future kids to say that I am the best cook ever. If I keep going down this path my future kids will say I know the best restaurants in town and have the best microwave ever.
So I write this down to remind myself that I will try to work on my relationship with the kitchen. I will search the internet for great cooking recipes and I will gain patience and make them. Oh which reminds me, I hate the supermarket. It’s like when you can’t stand a guy you are dating anymore AND you can’t stand his friends either. I strongly dread going to the supermarket. It’s just so… so… ugh.. so boring. Like can I order my groceries to be delivered to my apartment?
Anyways. I am going to do this. I will put more effort into this cooking thing. I will. I promise. For me, my kitchen and my poor Flavio. Dear kitchen, we will work this out!