I’m Gisella. Made in Italy, living in Tanzania, loving Japan.

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Living Alone Experiments aka Happyfake Housewife

17 January 2014 - 12:31am -- gisella
PinkCoffee's kitchen detail...

January is not over yet, and the first resolution for the new year has already turned into reality. Eventually a bit late, in perfect Italian style, but I did it... finally I live on my own.

It has been more a "Bye bye, wise sister" rather than a "Bye bye, mum". But this is just a detail.

I really want to skip the first few days, which are regular relocation. The fun (and pain) actually happens at the moment one feels more or less "settled". I mean, today, right now, midnight of Friday, January 17th, two thousands and fourteen.

I spent quite some time, during work time, thinking about something in my fridge that I really wanted to eat a certain way. And I got home very motivated, like now-I-put-myself-in-the-bloody-kitchen-and-I-do-housewife.

In the meantime, the guys next door called me. Let's go to the place next door to have a drink.

Oh well, in the end I joined them and it wasn't even 8pm. Forgetting that I had a think-like-a-man lunch today, which means that I ate fresh air and something.

Moral of the story. I got back after some hours, hungry like a devil. That food on my mind since morning, back in my head. Realized that I need the oven to cook that food. And damn, I'm not able to use that weird one in my kitchen.

The truth is that I searched on Google how to use that devilish oven, and I found the theory of the technique. In the meantime it was 11pm, and I was kind of tipsy. So I fell low profile with something standard, and I also packed another fresh air and something for the lunch of tomorrow.

I promised myself that this week-end I'll ask the cleaning lady to teach me how to deal with the oven. Somebody please check that I keep my promise, this time.