A house is not a home

This morning my thoughts are racing as I sit in my fancy New York apartment and eat my most fabulous breakfast of store bought avocado rolls, sweet potato chips, and Naked pineapple mango coconut water…can you sense the sarcasm here? Although my thoughts are racing because I have so many things to do and not enough time to do them, my apartment is not fancy by any means, it’s railroad style one bath that I share with three other people, and this breakfast is by no means fabulous, mostly because it’s the third time this week it’s what I have eaten. Terrible, right? A chef eating sad store bought sushi, three times in a week of seven days where four of the days I have been on location working? I shake my head at myself, especially because I am always talking about how cooking is so easy. Although I do not like eating alone most of the time and find a lot of value in sharing a home cooked meal with someone that I love breakfast is different.  There is something so special about starting my day listening to tunes, scrambling eggs, toasting some bread (gluten-free), slicing berries to top oatmeal, drizzling agave, and then sitting alone by the window to devour every tasty bite. There is something so serene and satisfying about starting day this way. Last night I stayed at a friend’s house, I’m making a lot of friends with ac to get through these crazy hot New York nights, and this morning when I woke up I was yearning for that early morning serenity. I traveled on the train thinking of all the amazing things I could make myself for breakfast but then all my merry day dreamy thoughts of light airy pancakes, baked eggs with melted leeks, peaches and cream oatmeal faded away when I realized my house is not my home because the only thing I keep in the refrigerator is liquid silica.

This is why:

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Those drips of disgust, that pot has been there since friday, bottle all tipsy turvy looks liek a tornado has hit, everything is jus piled on top on itself, half those things on the door are never used..and yes this morning when I took this photo there was a smell…depressing.

Our refrigerator is so disgusting and dirty and filled to the brim with leftovers, expired sauces, and who knows what else I refuse to put anything of my own inside, anything fresh and good would probably get eaten by the living mold anyway. The fridge is an important part of the kitchen and how you keep it is a reflection of you. As a child I used to complain and wonder why my mother every month made me take everything out of the fridge and wipe it down, but now as I am an adult (kind of) I totally understand why ( thanks mom). Granted it is a bit more difficult when you are living with four people with completely different tastes and you’re not sharing groceries ( ie 4 packs of eggs, 2 milks, 5 ketchups). Fullness is one thing and can easily be mended with some organization. Cleanliness is a whole different thing, when I first moved in there was an odd smell every time the fridge was opened. Gross!

So young adults everywhere I plead with you take some time and clean and organize your fridge, it makes your cooking life easier and even impresses your guests. (I was totally turned on when I went to this guy’s house for the first time and his fridge was immaculate, drinks in a row, vegetables in the crisper, meats and cheeses in the dairy drawer it even smelled clean-if he had asked me to marry him I would have said yes right then and there) Unfortunately for me unless I find the time to organize and clean out the fridge will sadly stay this way, life is busy for people, I get it. Also I’d have to communicate with my roommates to see what I could even throw out, some people are very attached to their 6 day leftovers, and I literally see them like twice a week. So in the meantime I will just daydream my lovely breakfasts in my next home, with my impeccable refrigerator.

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 For tips and tricks of house to achieve this, click on this picture, an amazing post!

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my life has been a very interesting journey thus far. in my quarter century crisis im and not certain of much except that i love cooking and entertaining, and pleasing people is my passion. (wait that sounded a little funny) i am goofy eccentric, and love to laugh, in fact i often laugh at the most inappropriate times. i place high value in honesty and working hard. i don’t really believe in faking it until you make it, without some base knowledge or some sort of depth to your cause. i believe in making mistakes and trying everything once as long as you bring yourself no harm and no harm to others. i am a new age hippy, my words to live by are freedom, serenity, and love. i look for signs of the world and listen. i do judge, anyone who says they do not is a liar, but i use my judgements against you to reflect back on me to see how i can better myself. i hate constraints of our society, including grammar, punctuation, and recipes. i think fast except when it comes to numbers. the culinary world has always been and shall be my safe haven and outlet. i want to inspire, teach, and learn.

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