Of course, aside from gifting myself with a long term, deeply spiritual birthday gift, I couldn’t help myself but also get something more material. I’m sure you can guess what was my other birthday gift to myself
I like to daydream. I spend at least an hour of my time inside my complicated head: mulling over the past (what could I have done better or maybe not done at all), enjoying the quiet of the present and taking a sneak peek into the future I want to create for myself.
One of the major daydreams I’ve been having lately is my dream kitchen: a spacious refuge from the mad rush of the world, not necessarily equipped with the most expensive designer tools, but rather with the best tools for my specific needs. Obviously, I rule out having a spacious kitchen in our wee studio flat in the desert. I know I have to reach for the impossible, but seriously, that isn’t possible here. Maybe in some other place and time; a resounding yes. But in Dubai? Naaah.
Call me crazy, but I still cannot get over the fact that I can now use our oven along with my new roasting pan, which I think I could hug to sleep, more often for healthier and equally delicious meals. And as I was staring into space earlier, I realized that the oven is the kitchen’s washing machine….
The oven doesn’t do any cleaning!?! How could it be the kitchen’s washing machine?
UH-OH. There went our gas stove top. After almost 6-months of cooking and coffee / tea making, our gas cylinder ran out of juice. I thought I couldn’t cook The Husband’s packed lunch for tomorrow, until…
Hallelujah! After months of living in our wee apartment, I finally figured out that our oven (which thankfully did not explode in my face because it was electric) works! I am just so excited to move one step forward with my beginner cook skills and try my hand at oven roasting and perhaps some baking.
BUT again, our wee kitchen is so bare that I do need to make some kitchen equipment purchases to help get me started. This week, roasting pans have been on my mind because I dream finally of cooking up some roast pork / beef / chicken / lamb / vegetables and perhaps throw in a batch of brownies or homemade granola too.
The dilemma is: What kind of roasting pan am I supposed to buy?
I used to hate the fact that I live in a bachelor’s pad (Yes, it still is pretty much that.). I used to envy other women, who get to enjoy all these kitchen gizmos, tools and what not. But because of some kitchen beginner epiphany, which came about after hours and hours of indulgent dream kitchen dreaming, I realized that it is such a blessing that I actually get to work inside a bare, very basic kitchen!
Can you guess why?
I think measuring cups are a must for beginner cook’s like me, but The Husband refuses to buy any permanent, settling down kitchen equipment because he doesn’t want to accumulate stuff that we can’t send home (Shipping / excess baggage is expensive, ok?). So ever since I’ve started cooking here a few months back been improvising in every way I can…ball-parking it as they’d say. But last week, we finally got a real measuring cup. A dream come true! Hurrah for another kitchen milestone!
Can you guess where this new nifty kitchen tool came from?