I really like my roommates. They're both sweet, fun people. Christine has lived with us for about 5 months and Theresa (whom you may remember from nookie cookies) and I have lived together for nearly three years. We all have a good rapport and get along well. Coincidentally, it just so happens that they are both away for the next two weeks.
Theresa and her boyfriend Marcos have traveled to his country of origin, Chile, and will stay until early February. Christine is in New Hampshire until the same time. For the first time ever, I have the whole apartment to myself for a nice little chunk of time. But more importantly, I have the whole kitchen to myself.
Oh the ideas that have been running through my head! "I should have a dinner party!" "I should spend the weekend learning how to bake sourdough bread!" "I should have a roll-your-own sushi party!"
But first things first. Before I turn my little kitchen into a restaurant/bakery/sushi joint, I'm going to indulge in some serious luxury: I am going to spend tomorrow morning uninterrupted, drinking the most perfect cup of French roast coffee while reading the New York Times and writing. I will comment aloud if something in the paper particularly excites or offends me, without worrying that I might wake someone up. When I take my shower, I will play cheesy 90's pop music and sing along to it. Loudly.
And when I come home tomorrow, I am going to make a fabulous, messy, complicated dinner with many different ingredients that will take up a lot of space in the refrigerator. The next two weeks will be an unmatched culinary extravaganza here on Dorland Street and I will relish writing about it.
And when they come home, I will be happy because I will have missed them.
But get ready because what is going to be happening in this kitchen is going to be good.