Two medium potatoes, half a cup of water and a cup of milk resulted in
twice as much soup as I needed and was thinner than I remembered
potato soup to be, although the second bowl of potato soup was much
better as it had time to cool down. On the other hand, one potato just
isn’t worth boiling for ten to fifteen minutes. Perhaps I should look
into freezing some of the soup. Maybe when my ref freezer door gets
fixed. Broke the plastic hinges when I pried my freezer compartment
open back when it was frosted over like heck (or unlike heck, as the
case may be).

Fried slices of schueblig sausage because I didn’t dare trust the
toaster. Had just scrubbed lots of mold out of it. Eww, eww, eww.
Microwave grill function also no good. However, reasoned that Holland
Sausages cooks its stuff on a hot surface with some grease, so frying
pan with butter can’t be too far off. Did job. Nice, flavorful,
textured, and heated all the way through. (Last time I had sausage, I
bit into a cold part and hurriedly stuck it back into the toaster.)

Definitely want to set up some kind of kitchen coop. Hang out with
other lone culinary hackers, countercultural rebels who refuse to eat
out or buy into the modern myth of convenience, cooking not because we
have to cook for other people but because it’s scary-fun wondering if
you’re going to poison yourself (among other nasty things). Trying to
figure out the stuff not written down in cookbooks, like how on earth
do you use the strange ceramic steamer/casserole/pressure cooker
contraption that’s supposed to fit into your microwave. Reading
package backs to figure out how to cook rice and other stuff you’re
embarrassed to admit you don’t know yet. Struggling with large
portions of food. (Can’t they sell individual English muffins? Chicken
fillets? Pita pockets?) Wondering how on earth you’re supposed to meet
the veggie requirements for a balanced diet. Who knows? Maybe even
doing some kind of beginners’ Iron Chef challenge spread out over a
week.

Hah. Most people will probably just tell me to eat instant food or
canned stuff. I’ve stocked up on cans. Pretty handy stuff, but a bit
on the boring side. No, wait, this is Ateneo. They’ll tell me to eat
out. But see, I _know_ instant food and eating out Just Works. I want
something to hack. I _like_ walking into a supermarket and trying to
think of what to eat. I like following the procedure in a cookbook and
getting annoyed at the primitives I haven’t acquired yet. I like
waking up the next day _still_ _alive._ CookOrDie. w00t.

Incidentally, I did push through with a weird mushroom and cheese
omelet the other day. Or tried to. The non-stick pan was too small for
a three-egg omelet, so the egg mixture stuck to the sides. I had
rather nice mushroom-and-cheese scrambled eggs, although they were a
bit salty. (Note to self: if using cheese, skip salt.) Forgot to bring
the pasta, though, so had to throw it away.

Skipping breakfast. Too lazy. Or may possibly have two scrambled eggs,
if I feel like washing up. Assuming I wake up in time, of course. If
at all.

CookOrDie. Making each day a little more meaningful. ;)