Growing up: Chapter 1

One of the big, exciting qualities of apartment life is having a big kitchen. Because grown ups use a kitchen. They make real meals, instead of microwavable styrofoam cups. They sit down and have dinner at a table. They know how to cook.

The only problem with my fantasy is that I actually have no idea how to prepare a meal, besides sandwiches and breakfast food. So I can wake you up with waffles, easily, but when it comes to dinner time all I can offer is reheated Pizza.

Enter the boy roommates from downstairs! We spent the evening making garlic chicken with alfredo noodles. I nearly burnt down the kitchen, after putting my pan over the lit stove without having taken off the paper label underneath. Luckily Matt noticed the smoke within the first few seconds, so we were able to save everything- but after that, I wasn't allowed to cook without supervision.

Regardless, we made an excellent meal, and I learned a lot- Doug has an adorable little Italian Armenian grandmother inside him, dying to get out. I made them sit down at the table and we had a nice dinner together, just like in my fantasy adult world. It was really, really nice. Then I did the dishes, Deeg dried, and we all sat down to watch a movie.

I believe in creating a community.