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After almost two months in Little Rock, I still feel out of sorts. The French (of course) have the perfect word for my state: I am dépaysée: disoriented, out of my element. Maybe it's the frost in the morning, or the huge down comforter that my mom just sent, or the basket of autumn goodies I've been cooking from. I just feel like...nesting. But I can't, since my stuff is still on its way to Galveston. Last night I went to a friend's house for a presentation on The Pampered Chef products. I was homesick for my own trusty kitchen equipment. I don't need fancy tools but I miss my apple corer, my zester, and (dare I say) my food processor that I always have to lug out of the cabinet and which MoBob steadfastly refuses to use. (He of the meticulously fluffed three times couscous. I always want to say: Honey, we are not in your village and we are not cooking in front of your mom. Lay off the couscous.) As much as I find cooking and homekeeping relaxing, it was such a challenge in Burkina Faso. Now that I'm back in the US where convenience is king, I feel like I'd be cheating if I use ready-made dough instead of rolling out my own. And it's not even like I aspire to be a professional; I want a home life as depicted in Laurie Colwin's books or Adriana's blog. Speaking of the lovely Adriana, we will probably do a joint blog sometime in the near future, most likely on Moroccan food. |
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On November 4th, 2006 07:35 pm (UTC), (Anonymous) commented: Cozy Oh you're so sweet -- the cozy life is addictive. Of course, I never write about all the dust collecting everywhere or how I let my son eat just frozen blueberries for breakfast. My mom picked up a couple of pampered chef gadgets for me. I have a little plastic square for scraping plates and cleaning pots -- don't know what I'd do without it. And I think my stone baking pan is PC as well. I've always been curious about seeing what else they have but am afraid to get lured into their Avon/Amway ways. Yes, Moroccan food soon! |
