Food for thought.

My cousin just invited me to dinner and she was asking me about a salad I had made for her, her mum and her sister, when they came to visit me while I was back in the UK. She said that her mum kept on talking about it, and considering that her mum is kind of an awesome cook, it kind of feels nice to have my own cooking appreciated.
I know, I know. A salad? How hard can that be? But really, there is kind of a fine art to it. Like the many many different dressings you can choose to put on it. The croutons, and how you have to get them just right. Whether to go with seafood or poultry. What kind of herbs to use, if you want to use them, that is. And you know, the many vegetables that you actually want to put in the salad itself. Endless possibilities.
And call me a nerd, but I kind of like making my salad look good before eating it. Actually, that pretty much goes with any meal that I make. It makes me appreciate the food I order whenever I go to restaurants.

Thinking about it just makes me feel guilty because I didn't want to stop cooking when I got here. But I hadn't the chance to do it here. Mainly because it doesn't feel like my kitchen. I miss the days when I would just open up a kitchen cabinet and Ready Steady Cook my way around the kitchen. Only without the whole 30 minutes thing. Then to taste the food and actually discover that it's beyond delicious? It's a pretty nice feeling.

Not to mention the fact that when I was cooking for myself, I was almost always cooking healthier meals than the ones I'm eating now, lol. Even the snacks I had were ten times healthier. The only time I had any sort of junk food, was Saturday, because that's pizza night. And Sunday, because that's pizza morning. Call me a guy, but I love eating cold pizza in the morning, lol. Especially when it's Domino's pizza 'cause that's the only place I would order pizza from.
I miss Domino's pizza, :-(.

You would think I'd be hungry after talking about food, but I'm not, lol. It just makes me miss my kitchen even more. I miss that house. It was my home for a year and it had a lot of good memories. Ashley memories. Even some scary memories. I remember being woken up the house alarm just because the stupid electricity short-circuited for a second. And there was the time when I was chatting with my friend, and that earthquake happened. I thought I was going crazy, lol.
*sigh* I miss being there alot.

Goes to show, there is just no way I'm sticking around here for the rest of my life. I just can't.