My happy place
Is it weird that all I am thinking about today is getting home to make mushroom soup with springbok stew and curried rice? I have even considered making Nigerian meat pie for desert. I feel sorry for anyone coming to visit today because I need to force the food on someone. Did I mention I love to make my food from scratch so no packet soup for me. When I was a few weeks ago where my happy place is I had no idea. I thought maybe it is the beach but I am not really a fan of all that sand and heat. I love my TV but there is so much movies you can watch. However, I am a foodie so food comes naturally to me. I do not like cooking for everyday eating I preferred to be pampered by going to the restaurant or having friends take pity on me and feed me. I have made cooking a therapeutic thing for me. It is where I retreat to when everything is falling apart. It is where I go to think when I have a major problem in school or I have an impossible mathematical model...