Haven't cooked anything, seriously, for quite a while. Today I got down to a batch of chocolate chip cookies, and a couple of Mom's Macaroni & Cheese casseroles to put away for later comfort-y goodness. Cooking for just me loses a lot of appeal... I don't dig eating leftovers much. Not in a snooty, I'm-better-than-leftovers kind of way, I just get bored of eating the same thing for days on end. However it's times like right now, when my home smells pleasantly of warm cheesey casserole and fabulous chocolatel chip deliciousness, that I remember how much I really do like cooking. I also like having a dishwasher. A whole lot.
Tomorrow I'm going to have coffee with a guy I haven't seen since high school. He's now a sargeant with the police. I'm certain it's all just a ploy to finally bust me for buying booze for literally hundreds of underaged kids back in the day. I never ever had trouble buying at the LCBO or Beer Store... it was all about attitude. If they looked at me funny or it felt like they were gonna give me trouble, I'd just tell 'em to "Hurry up." Never got carded buying. Not once. Once I turned 19 and it was all legal, buying booze and drinking really lost an awful lot of their appeal for me. Thank god, because I've seen the other side of that coin and it's not pretty.
Weird. That was ages ago now and absolutely feels like another lifetime. But I don't feel old at all. Well, except for right now because I have totally lost the remote control and have no freaking clue where it is. Send the nurse in with my tapioca, won't you?
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