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Food is one of those rare and unique artforms which also serves a purpose. It draws people together, warms them up, and keeps them satisfied. Sharing a great meal can be a magical, transporting experience.

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That said, I haven’t been one to make or share magical, transporting meals lately. Between 18 units of classes, an internship, my dog and a fledgling social life, cooking is one thing which falls by the wayside. The fact that I live in an “efficiency studio” (i.e., share a kitchen with everyone else in my building) doesn’t exactly encourage culinary artistry either.

In the few months that I’ve lived here, however, I have learned a thing or two about working with what you have, and creating something delicious out of nearly nothing, in almost no time – all with the help of the microwave. It may not be the artisanal, home-made goat cheese and peasant bread which Amy and I made last year, but it’s a heck of a lot better than ramen:

Single-serving cookie in a jar:

Ingredients:

1 T butter/butter substitute
2 T brown sugar
Vanilla
Salt
Cinnamon
1 egg yolk
1/4 cup flour
Chocolate chips

Melt the butter in a cup, bowl or jar from which you will eat, and mix in the brown sugar, vanilla, salt and cinnamon. Personally, I like my sweets a little saltier, so I am rather generous with the salt. Mix in the egg yolk and flour, a pinch (and I mean a tiny pinch!) of baking soda if you want some volume, and the chocolate chips. The original recipe I saw called for a mere 2 T of chocolate chips, but I am quite generous with them.

Once all ingredients are combined, pop back in the microwave and heat for another 30-60 seconds. Mine is usually perfect at around 50 seconds since I like the chocolate chips to be gooey. Remove from the microwave, and enjoy!

I love mornings. They mean a fresh start, the quiet of a day full of potential. Sometimes Nico can convince me not to get out of bed, but when I’m feeling really ambitious, my favorite mornings start with a refreshing run around Green Lake or along the waterways of the Burke Gilman trail.¬†IMG_2988This is Nico’s “I’m being too cute for you to get out of bed… right?” look.

IMG_3428Sunrise over Lover’s Cove, Catalina Island – another one of my favorite runs.

 

 

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I haven’t lived in an apartment very long. I’ve spent the vast majority of my life in a house, and from there I moved on to dorms, the occasional hostel, and back home. I’ve been living in this apartment ¬†since June and, safe to say, have had my fair share of hiccups already. My place is perfect for my needs – a 350 sq. foot studio with a deck for myself and my 10-lb chihuahua. I’m totally happy with it, except for one small problem: it’s brand new.

Why is a brand new apartment building a problem? Hiccups. There was that time, or four, when the fire alarm went off in the wee hours of the morning, with no actual fire. Then there was that other time when the carbon monoxide alarm went off while I was in the shower, and I almost ran downstairs in a towel.

Recently, however, I had quite the amusing incident. Amusing, embarrassing… a little bit of both. The other night I was making some tea. I have an electric kettle, and I happened to also be running my fan and have the lights on, which appeared to be too much for the meagre electrical capabilities of my unit; my fuse blew. This is nothing new for me – over the summer I blew the fuse an average of twice per week. So I did what I always do – went down to room 101, where the fuse box is, and opened the door. This time, however, instead of finding an empty unit… the lights were on. There was a pot on the stove. While my brain registered that someone had clearly moved into this unit, which used to be empty, my body couldn’t stop opening the door, and I found myself face-to-face with the brand new resident of unit 101, who had apparently forgotten to lock his door. I doubt he’ll ever make that mistake again, and while he was both gracious and understanding, I’m fairly certain my face had turned the vague shade of a tomato.

Lesson learned? Knock on doors before entering. Also, don’t make tea after dark or when running the fan.