I hardly ever cook. I have lived away from home for the last 9 years and during that time I must have cooked thrice. Once for the once love of my life. It took me the whole day to shop for stuff - onions that later rotted and had to be thrown away, big packets of spices that never came out of the pantry again, knives that I hope the future residents of the house used. I think I did a pretty good job but the Indian spices were too much for the white boyfriend. I have cooked maybe one time since then.
Maybe boredom is a good thing -I am going to start cooking again, for myself this time. Maybe it really is as therapeutic as some people make it sound. Aloo, gobhi, matar - watch out!
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