I love to cook. This is not surprising.
What is surprising is how bloody difficult I am finding it to navigate British supermarkets/kitchens/recipes. (and DON’T get me started on how long it took me to figure out how to operate a gas stove.) Sometimes things have silly names (“coriander”) or I’m using an American recipe and can’t convert things quite right (/ spend 10 minutes scratching my head when a recipe asks for “beer” and I’m all “ale or lager?!” But duh - lager because American recipe). Basically, my cooking isn’t fit for anyone to consume right now. I’m surprised I’m not malnourished yet.
stored for reference.
trying to figure out if this is going to be one of those nights that gets freakishly warm, or if I should bundle up. All I know for sure - brolly not optional.
idk man, imagine showing Arthur Weasley a gif for the first time. At first of course he’d just think it was a normal wizard photograph, but then you’d explain that muggles made it and his heart would just explode with joy over these muggles making such amazing shit even though they have no magic at all. How amazing. How inventive.
Maybe whenever you’re feeling bad about yourself imagine how much Arthur Weasley would enjoy meeting you.
Always, always meeting the right people at the worst times.
mtobinod replied to your photo “I’m finally moving. I’ve never lived in a “family home” before so…”
Where ya gonna be?! Not trying to be a stalker or anything, promise.
Tower Hamlets, around Mile End. I think I was sold on everything but the actual flat. (10 minutes to a Tube line actually relevant to my life/Millennium Park)
I’ve never lived in a “family home” before so this will be different. I’m kind of bummed that I won’t have proper flatmates, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned so far is that location/transport is worth so much more that where I sleep at night.
Is it wrong that I actually, honestly like the kit?