I just moved into a new apartment. This beautiful, but tiny, new place is just what I was looking for in between two neighborhoods that I love. I can walk to several of my favorite restaurants, farmers markets, a couple of grocery stores, and - with a slightly longer walk - the waterfront.
But it has an electric stove.
And moving at the end of the summer, I didn't even get to have a last big fling with my beloved gas stove. Salads and sandwiches (and using up the metric ton of jams and jellies I canned last year) were all I could handle with move prep and work.
Anyway, I'm learning. I haven't burnt (too) many things, or least not badly. Yet.
I turned the oven on for the first time tonight to make lunch for the rest of the week, and it actually feels like I'm cooking at home again. There are pieces of two meals scattered over the counter: dinner tonight and future lunch. I walked to the library when I got home, and by the time I got back, couldn't wait the 45 minutes it would take to put together the baked eggplant, marinara and pasta dish I had planned. So dinner was a quesadilla: black bean spread, frozen roasted corn, handful of arugula, cheese, corn/flour tortillas, with salsa and yogurt on top. Fast, healthy, and filling.
Lunches are a quick marinara mixed with eggplant (both slices of frozen roasted eggplant and a roasted eggplant paste I made last winter - yeah, didn't quite get the freezer cleaned out before I moved), olives, and smoked mozzarella. I cooked the pasta for about 2 minutes less than called for so it would finish in the oven, mixed it, the eggplant, and olives together, and put the cheese on top.
It's cooking away and my cool, new apartment smells like fall. And home.
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