Getting Reacquainted With My Kitchen

Lately I have been finding many reasons for me to spend more time in my kitchen. The people that know me well, know that this room is probably the room in the house I spend the least amount of time in.

I swear, if I could make tea anywhere else besides the kitchen, I probably wouldn't know what a kitchen looks like.

I realize this is something I should probably be embarrassed about, you know, being a woman and all.

And I am, but I am not going to deny that I actually like the fact that the Mr can take charge in the kitchen.

I always had this fantasy of marrying a chef one day, and this is the closest I have gotten, so I guess I tend to get a little carried away living my fantasy forgetting that the Mr probably had a fantasy of his own about marrying a girl that would cook for him.... sometimes.

So, I need to do something about this.

I have been watching Master Chef Australia like a bad habit. I swear, it's one of the shows I would probably kill someone over if I missed.

It makes me so excited, hungry too, but mostly excited.

You would think if I enjoy a cooking show that much, the least I could do is practice a recipe or two in the kitchen right?

Well something must have worked, because not so long ago I found myself Googling recipes on the internet.

I was about to move into a new house, and I thought cooking something extraordinary would be a nice little welcome. Three weeks in, nothing.

But that need to do something in the kitchen is still there. Now, I am leaning more towards baking.

I have never really baked a day in my life, and this is quite shameful. I love desserts, and cakes and all things made in the oven, and it's sad that I have to go to the shop every time I have a craving instead of just whip up some amazing mixture and put it in the oven.

This one I will not let go off, so I tried to make a welcome to the new house meal and it failed, this one won't.

And, I need you guys to help me. 

Yesterday I spent the majority of the day trying to find amazing recipes that I could try out. I was looking for simple, yet interesting.

After all that I found namely, nanaimo bars, peanut butter balls, coconut macaroons, yellow butter cake and chocolate crinkles, to name a few.

I decided on chocolate chip cookies.

This is most probably the easiest, and less interesting out of the bunch, I know. But let's face it, they are still the best cookies ever and this is my first time. I want to bake, not create a fire in my house.

I think I have created a challenge for myself, and I accept.

This week next time, I will share my Chocolate Chip Cookie Mission with you, hoping everything goes well.

Wish me luck.

{all images via pinterest}

Any one want to share any baking secrets with me?

Lu3Lu

xx

Birthdays Only Mean You Are Getting Older

It was the boys birthday yesterday and he was away so I didn't get to spend it with him.
Sob sob sniff sniff. This is the second birthday we have spent apart.

I remember the first birthday of his we spent together, It was 2 months after we started dating and I tried to surprise him. Key word being tried.
He was supposed to have an exam early that morning, so my roomie and I went over to his house and wanted to set up a whole bunch of floating balloons and leave a bottle of his favorite alcohol and other cute little gifts on his bed for him to find when he got home for his exam.
I think my point was for him to think I had forgotten or that I did not really care much. But joke was on me because when we got there, he was still there.
My roomie was about to walk in to his room and start setting up only to bump into him right by the door.
I ran.
I think he saw me {we never really discussed it since then, I was just way to embarrassed that my plan failed}
It was a real bummer, he apparently made a mistake about what time his exam would be {why are guys so bad with details} So balloons were a fail, gifts were handed directly to him by roomie instead of for him to find.
Bleh.
That was then, this year all I could do was spend most of it on the phone with him.

Him and I are total opposites when it comes to birthdays though, he is all 'oh look its my birthday' and I'm all 'ten days to your birthday, whoop whoop' I'm just a huge birthday celebrator, I get so excited like it's my own. I can't just let the day go by like it's just any other. He can with no problem.
A friend of mine always says 'you have one day out of 365, the least you can do is make it count. It's yours.'
She is so right. And this year the boy decided to take this advice and celebrate his. Yay!

One thing I love about birthdays is the cake, oh. my. word. I don't know whats wrong with me, but the mention of cake makes me go into some weird frenzy where I have to have cake then and there or else. One time the boy and I watched some baking show and we got the hugest cake cravings that the next day we went out for cake.
That bad.

So in the spirit of his birthday I wanted to go out and buy myself a little cup cake and eat it at 00:00 but because I am maybe sort of, kind of on a diet I couldn't. So here is to looking but not touching. It's allowed right?

{images via pinterest}

I've already got myself on a bender because of these photos.
How do you feel about birthdays? Big night out? Quiet night in?

Lu3Lu
xx