Gays, its summer 2010 so... EVERYBODY TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRTS

incredibly dreary?

the air, the crisp breeze, the perfect shade of gray ... u crazy boy

janice i introduced my man to sandra lee the other night. don't think he gets her, but that's ok, we are still tight.

ok it's all good

Sandra Lee is like every mom

aww america

i hope so and i hope not at the same time xp

he also hadn't heard of "hobby lobby" before, then i introduced him to jean teasdale

My mom does not fry sunflowers in canola oil and sour cream.

my moms microwaves things more than i think is necessary or healthy— i haven't had a microwave in 4 years and avoid them at all costs— but otherwise, no, my mom is nothing like sandra lee. the night before i left, she made meatloaf using ground veal, pork, and beef, with a side of spicy squash and my favorite lemon-dill asparagus. she cooks like that all the time, and pretty much has since i can remember.

also, while it feels like fall in new york, it is 88 here in oakland and everyone is like 'wtf'

that dinner sounds nice

(lemon dill!)

(dang!)

My mom isn't like Sandra Lee either, but she is very much "this is what 'normal people' are like"

Sandra Lee, not my mom

cooking, dance music, romance -- so much I don't understand at all

do you not cook?

i haven't cooked in weeks. i miss that "man i just cooked myself something awesome and now i am going to eat it and love it and feel like i did the damn thing' feeling

surm, I cook spaghetti and make pancakes once a week. And ocaasionally heat canned soup.

who are u people. cooking is one of the great pleasures of life.

how can you live alone and not cook

unless oyu can afford to eat out for every meal

heh

morbs do you "eat out for every meal"?

Reheating Saturday's filet mignon and lobster ravioli is just as marvelous.

steve don't turn my words into sexual innuendo >:|

I'm eating a peach btw

Do I dare to eat a peach?

i'm wearing the bottoms of my jean shorts rolled

sexy

i got jeans from the mall. they fit weird. so one night when i was going out, i cut them. short. now i look gay, and cute.

:D

cooking is hard!!! i pretty much can only make spaghetti, and then throw pieces of meat/fish onto the cast iron grill...

Vegetables are fail-proof. I don't know what to do with meat. I usually let other people cook it.

being employed has been thoroughly detrimental to my cooking

ya the composition of my meals is largely dependent upon what can be thrown together in 5 minutes before I run out the door (usually late anyway)

being unemployed has been thoroughly detrimental to mine!

i am going to start eating like a normal human tomorrow

i'm really excited!

also it's 1am and all i want to do is go to a party, what's wrong with me

last weekend there were a few parties and it just made me realize how much i like them

that's the second set of refs to the exact same line in prufrock in this very thread. y'all are obsessed with eating peaches.

who are u people. cooking is one of the great pleasures of life.

how can you live alone and not cook

unless oyu can afford to eat out for every meal

I can't afford it, but I do it.

I don't even enjoy eating all that much.

You've given up.

i hate cooking so much - every step of the cooking process, from shopping for ingredients to putting them together, stresses me the fuck out. so much nervous breakdown-inducing effort and then the food's gone in 10 minutes and you're left with a pile of washing up! fuck that shit. i am more than happy to let people who enjoy it cook for me all the time. i actually found it quite liberating to admit this to myself a couple of years ago and then just stop ever trying to cook anything more time-consuming or complex than, like, pasta, or scrambled eggs.

maybe i'm just a true domestic gay but cooking is one of my favorite methods of relieving stress. get home from work, grab a knife and a cutting board, keeping my hands busy, focusing on the immediate task and letting the workday dissolve -- maybe a glass of wine or a puff, filling the kitchen with the smell of cooking, making it feel truly comforting sanctuary. the pleasure is in the process and the product is just the culmination.

ok so braggin but i feel genuine pity for u cooking-disabled ppl

however yes I enjoy eating out with others, so plz volunteer.

i'd really like to enjoy cooking, it would be beneficial to me in many ways i think, but i just can't. the penultimate time i cooked, i was living with a girl who was v much into baking, cooking &c; we had some friends over to dinner and she pretty much stood over me and made me do it (and also helped). the last time, it was literally just trying to make a pasta and vegetable bake with some veg that my flatmate had left in the fridge before going on holiday. it reduced me to a minor nervous breakdown, i ended up throwing it out of the window and ordering a pizza because i couldn't cope. that was when i swore never to cook again.

the reasons i hate it are pretty much

- i can't multitask. i have to concentrate on everything that's going on simultaneously otherwise i forget about it and things get burnt or explode. cue frazzle and stress
- i can't deal with ingredient shopping, particularly if there's something i only need a teaspoon of but know i won't use again. and because i never have ingredients in the house, i can't cook spontaneously
- i can't make recipes up as i go along. "just use something else!" aaargh fuck anyone giving me that advice. i have to know that the recipe is being followed to the letter otherwise i get stressed and worried
- and i never have the exact ingredients or the exact implements required for a recipe to work. EVER. always something missing, or something that won't fit
- i can't really chop or peel things, i sort of hack ham-fistedly away and am lucky if no blood ensues
- hatred of both washing up and leaving washing up to fester; pretty much every meal i make for myself is based on how little washing up there is to do at the end
- UGHHHHHH, basically.

details & time investment don't appeal to me either.

You've given up.

No kidding; why do you think I started writing film criticism?