What We’re Dealing With

So, we all have our own challenges in our baking, knitting, and cooking adventures.  Mine is the kitchen.  I live in an on-campus apartment, one that was built sometime in the 1960s (wayyyy before my time) and while the appliances are updated, the only good thing I can say about our halfkitchen is that it is cute.  Let’s take a look

The Pantry

This is my pantry.  What doesn’t fit here goes into a metal cart under my sort-of lofted bed.

The Kitchen Table

That’s the kitchen table I have to work with.  It’s nice, but in my defense, only the microwave and two cookbooks on that table are mine.  The rest belongs to roommates, either the good one (see: homemade pretzels and stand mixer) and the not-so-good ones (see: lots of plastic bags and store bought “White Wheat” bread).

The Kitchen

This is the full extent of our kitchen.  With about two square feet of counter space, cooking is a bit difficult, but manageable.  As you can see, the living room creeps along in with the kitchen in the form of the giant purple chair (campus-issued).  This is all the cupboard space that we have available.  For four girls (two of whom own an inordinate amount of cups), it’s not much.

The Oven

This is where it all goes on.  If you can’t see it, the numbers on the temperature knob for the oven are pretty much all worn off with the exception of 350, so temperatures are approximate.  Once, our roommate burned a pizza and every time I baked for the next month or so, the smoke alarm would go off whenever I opened the door.  *sigh*

We have a single sink, and one refrigerator, which isn’t nearly as large as it looks from the outside.  The two not-as-good roomies filled the freezer with frozen pizzas, chicken breasts, and toaster waffles.  Also, we have a jar of fat by the sink, brought to you by “the two not-as-good ones” which will now be referred to only as “the girls.”

So, besides the restrictions of a tight budget and a tight schedule, a tight kitchen tops the list.  It’s manageable though, and oh-so-satisfying when you’ve got a pie in the oven while you read chapter after chapter.  More than manageable, I’d say.

Ribbed Frustration

So I recently was visiting my boyfriend’s family, and his mom was just taking up knitting again, after a time away from it.  His sisters too, were brushing up on their skills, and so I tagged along on a trip to the yarn store and started a few projects of my own after a year-long hiatus.

I’m back home now and after a pair of knee socks, and two hats, I’m venturing into the world of glittens.  Me being the absent-minded writer sort of girl that I am, I lost  one of the stripey glittens that I bought last winter, and in a pinch, I had to buy another pair this winter, but having one sad, single glitten doesn’t suit me, and I’ve decided to knit her a mismatched mate.

I started a few hours ago (I figured I could make some good progress while watching Harry Potter with my younger sister) and I spent the first half an hour trying to find the end of the yarn (is this a task that plagues all knitters, or just inept ones like myself?).  After that, it didn’t get a lot better.  Casting onto double-pointed needles has become easier since the time of The Lobster (that’s very much its own blog post) but my problem comes with the cuffs.  Ribbing has always appealed to me– straight rows, evenly spaced, nice and stretchy, but mine never (ever) come out that way.  The inside always looks much nicer than the outside, and the outside always looks quite ugly (especially if it’s more than a couple of centimeters).  All loopy and stretched-looking.  And then I get grumpy and rip it all out.  I’d start evenly but that always looks funny…*sigh*

I think I’ll google tips for a nice rib.  Meanwhile, I have to  unhunch my back and pack for tomorrow.  I’m going back to school, moving back into my apartment with my best friend and two girls who work at Hooters.  I have mixed feelings.

Nice to Meet You

Just as all meetings are awkward (for an awkward girl like me, at least) writing this first blog post results in sweating and an increased heart rate.  Luckily for me, I can at least employ backspace here to cut down on the rambling…not that it helps that much.  Apparently.

My baby blog is coming into my life at an opportune time.  Having just gotten back to Wisconsin after a month-long trip to Denmark to visit my boyfriend and meet his family for the first time (the reason that awkward meetings comes to mind), I’m starting to finish up my junior year at my university.  I figured if I didn’t start the blog now, before classes started and I got busy I probably never would.  So I’m taking my chances.

My love of all things literary, edible, and knitted prompted me to start this blog.  I know there are a lot of food-related blogs out there (several weeks spent browsing the archives of http://www.foodgawker.com taught me that), and there are almost as many knitting-related ones, but I figured that with my awkward charm and cute face, I could combine them, and let everyone in on the challenges and joy that baking in a tiny kitchen (with limited resources of course), and knitting with clumsy fingers bring to an overworked English major.

So…It was nice meeting you…(awkward silence).