It’s been a little more than a week since I last made a Barely Cooking entry. At first, this was because I moved apartments at the beginning of September, and that involved many changes. One of them being that I got lazy and didn’t want to cook a real meal every week. But I’ve decided to make a comeback in the form of Mediterranean Shrimp Couscous.
What has a year of those circumstances, living in and with and as a part of NYC, done to me? This may sound like a strange declaration coming from someone who lives in the city that never sleeps, but New York has mellowed me out.
Tuesday I turned 23. Twenty three might not seem like a significant age to most. Maybe it shouldn’t feel like a significant age to me. But it does. Both for the number and for the forces behind it.
Listomania (not Lisztomania): because sometimes, especially for slightly obsessive-compulsive people like myself, making a list is the best way to make sense. This post doesn’t count as breaking through my #writersblock, because it’s just a… Continue reading
My college roommates and I thought we were pretty clever with the sheet sign that we came up with to hang from our porch for graduation weekend. Sheet signs at the University of… Continue reading