At the beginning of the year, all 6 of us roomates decided that we would, collectively, go out and buy the things that our apartment needed; pots, pans, bathroom supplies, food, appliances, dishes and cutlery, knife blocks, furniture, etc. Well. One of us decided he couldn't wait four to five days when all of us had time to go, and he didn't want to go shopping at Value Village for "cheap used junk". So, Sebastian decided he would just outright buy a new set of pots and pans (beautiful orange masterpieces of culinary engineering, I might add), a new 50-inch TV, a new Xbox, an automatic bread machine, and toaster oven. He also happened to bring a microwave from home that he kindly set up in the kitchen for us to use, along with all the aforementioned purchases (of course the TV and Xbox were in the living room). We were all ready to go Dutch on this stuff, and objected to him buying these items by himself, but Seb couldn't wait, and told us about how much money he had to spend on things, so we relented and were grateful for having a friend who would use his money to bless his roomates with abundance.
At midnight last night, with no announcement, reason, or warning, Sebastian decided to hoard every single piece of his property he was sharing with us, and hoard it in his room. He started bumbling around the apartment silently unplugging microwaves, toasters, televisions, continued stacking pots, pans, dishes, and cups, and finally dragged his deflated Roughriders chair into his room. Seb took his Xbox, leaving a bunch of cords strewn about and a large square of dustless table, where his TV had stood only moments before:
I can only assume his room is a conflagratable mess of flotsam and jetsam, and that he has barely room to swing a cat in there. This has naturally forced the rest of us to improvise how we do food until either a) Seb jumps off the Crazy Train and puts his belongings back, or b) we all give up and go replenish our kitchen supplies. We know not what has compelled our friend to partake in such strange activities, but that's certainly not to say there is a lack of hypotheses.
Now, lacking pots and pans can really do a number on the efficiency and efficacy of a well-oiled kitchen. That is, it can bring it to a hungry halt in short order. And so, the reason for this blog is two-fold: To discuss loosely what is Seb's reason for confiscating all of his stuff, and to display how we've had to improvise our cooking methods. Today for breakfast I had cereal and milk (big whoop). But that alone is not enough for a rounded breakfast: I defrosted a frozen bagel, and toasted it at the same time in the remaining appliance in the kitchen: the George Foreman grill. Never have I had to tear a bagel apart like a piece of Beef Jerky in my life, before today. Gross.
Lunch time: Marcel and I are hungry and want food. No way am I having another bagel, so I eat an orange while staring wistfully at my kraft dinner, hamburger helper, and tons of uncooked meat in my food stores. Marcel has an idea: Pasta. In a glass pyrex cake pan. On the stove. ...Why not? And so;
Altogether, not a bad lunch resulted: Pasta, sauce, and water in a cup even!
