Cooking

Today I have been immersed in domestic projects, both real and imaginary. As I write, both hamburger and sausage meat are browning on the stove top, to go into the crock pot for chili.

(Note to self: failure in cooking very possibily due to combing it with writing. Consider attempting separately. Convene in a week to review findings. Bring donuts.)

Yes, I dusted off the ol' crock pot and decided to give it a go. Why not? I have lots of time on my hands and it seems embarrassing that my Sims know how to cook better than I do. And yes, therein lies the imaginary half of my domestic pursuits.

I have set up my computer in the kitchen, at the dining table. This was my next and final phase to manage winter depression; the return to my Sim families of yore. I have put this off to the bitter end because I knew, I knew, once I set it up it would swallow me whole, eat entire days at a time and I was both afraid of this and counting on it.

But this morning I knew the time had come, so I started my computer up. I haven't used it since I lived in my apartment in the city, early last summer. As soon as I did, I remembered my music files and some unexpected rap music I had enjoyed, courtesy of my younger brother. Also, old files wherein I talk to my best friend about this really unsuitable crush I was developing on a military man, a tank commander no less, and how adorable he is.

I don't recommend cooking chili; it fills the entire house with a delicious smell, but is not ready for hours, resulting, in my case, in a continued snacking. My chili turned out too watery and I put in too many pepper flakes but it was quite edible, so I think I will keep on experimenting.

Meanwhile, my Sims can cook entire roasts of turkey and stuffed trout.