if you are my friend...

you must like to eat because i cook to relax.

one sign that I'm seriously stressed? I cook like mad.

as soon as I got back from the exam (which, by the way, was horrible if you had to ask), I raided the fridge for something to cook. All I had was 3 beefburger patties and 15 eggs, milk, one onion and some garlic.

I ended up making meatballs. Mash up patties, crack some eggs and add milk. Crumble a box of Ritz crackers, chop onions and mince garlic. Blend all together until they reach the right consistency, shape into balls and then fry. Easy peasy.

For the sauce, I used up the milk, added some pepper, salt and mixed herbs. Called Doreen over for dinner. We had leftover sauce and she suggested making bread with that... so off I went, haphazardly adding flour, salt and sugar and yeast and then pouring the gravy in. Shaped them into balls again and then left them to rise.

I got bored and used some to make pretzels... multishaped ones. They turned out surprisingly allright...

And the buns... they were really, really yummy! Nice and crusty outside and soft and tender inside. Tasted a bit like potato bread for some reason... ate them with honey and gave some to Sally and her housemates who had them with jam.

I can't believe how long it's been since I've last baked bread, and how much I miss it. Perfect activity for venting out frustrations and anger. Punch and hit the dough and knead, knead, knead! So therapeutic. No wonder most bakers look so happy all the time. I want to be a baker.

Meatballs and gravy, pretzels, and buns... not bad for 6 hours, eh?

I'm totally knackered now.

I'll start on my 2 assignments tomorrow. Scary, considering the deadline for the both of them is this Friday.

I think I'll prolly cook up a whole feast on Saturday morning and force-feed anyone who is still on campus then!