I’ve been known to keep up a cool demeanor among my fans, but I will be honest. I was nervous at first, knowing the whole floor would end up smelling like the contents of oven. Still, my first time cooking in the dorms was a success.
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To tell this story, I need to start from the beginning. I was born on a sunny day in October…
Flash forward!! (A couple of weeks later)
09/19/22: Segal’s market
At my favorite grocery store, I was overcome with the feeling of being taken over by some divine being. Navigating the busy aisles like a pro, locating all of my ingredients in record time, and sourcing the best deals, I was in and out before I knew it.
Unfortunately, this so called ‘divine being’ left me on my lonesome when it was time to pay and shove everything into my backpack. The jig was up, forcing me to spend a couple minutes struggling with the Tetris puzzle that was putting things in the correct spot. I struggled, big time. No matter what I did, everything would just not fit.
Thankfully, I had a moment of clarity and remembered I packed a grocery bag on top of my backpack. Eventually, what felt like hours later (but was likely thirty seconds), I figured it out.
Then, off to the dollarama. I was equally nervous to make this pit stop, as the last time I went to this dollarama location I couldn’t figure out how to exit without going through checkout so I bought pickle chips in a frenzy. (No regrets - further discussed in my previous post).
Thankfully, they have everything I needed, and I was ready to head up the hill, fog and all.
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A couple of days later, it was time to cook.
#ShoutOutSunday to Charlotte, for lending me a cutting board, knife, casserole dish, pot, and lid. Bless up. 🤘
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There’s really not much to say about this, except to say I killed it. (That’s why my nickname’s Humble: the more you know). I stood my ground in the kitchen like an absolute boss.
The pasta I made goes so hard - thankfully, because it’s my lunch for the next few days - and #MissionImpossible, I got the job done running into limited people.
Now, done with cooking, and feeling deeply satisfied, I’ve decided to push all my schoolwork off until tomorrow.
Peace!!!
Violet
Inspired. I support 🤘