” ~ wain~

12:32 AM @my new room. I just finish baking and eating some cookies with my housemates. It was my first time ever making cookies all on my own. They tasted marvelous. I just stuffed more than 1/4 cup of butter, 1/2 cup sugar and more than 1 cup of flour in my stomach… I am going to be so fat but nah; they are too delicious to worry. 食得是福.

Moving into this new room truly lightens me up. It is the “Culinary House” where 10 residents share the loads of cooking. Very much like an idea of a mini coop, but with much stronger bonding between the residents. The first week so far really feel like heaven. First, of all, I simply love cooking. It is certainly one area that I can be as creative as I can, and have everyone (at least curious to) try my creation. But so far, I have been hiding my Asian cooking style (due to lack of ingredient), and happily learning all these western style dishes and slowly collecting recipes other people have. I used to hate following recipes, as I don’t like the restrictions, but now I appreciate them more and see them like a lab instructions that just get me started the fruitful experiences. Plus I can ask people for tips in that particular recipe. Cooking has never been so fun and easy before.

Second, I really want to thanks everyone in this house, particularly the house manager, to let me join their lively community. This place is a huge contrast to my last room. Not only my room now is spacious (that I can store a table tennis table), my social life also expands exponentially. My last room was more like a jail where each of our minds was trapped into cell and no interaction can be made. Here I have no worries finding ways to have fun with people. Inviting friends for dinner is no doubt the most pleasurable. Good food, good friends, and good conversations yield good hang out. The house is exactly designed for that. What more I can say.

So far everyone has been doing their own dishes. So I have nothing to complain. Finger crossed though.