Yesterday I had my last classes, so now I'm officially unemployed. Which means both freedom and pressure. And for some strange reason I feel quite tired.
Today we had a sort of picnic with three high school friends of mine. I made cheese cream rolls (sajtos roló). It took a tiny bit longer than normal due to some difficulties, such as not having proper kitchen tools. They turned out a bit deformed and much too salty, but let's take it as a mission accomplished.
You know, when I'm baking I feel like I'm doing what I should be doing. I'm not saying I have a special talent for it, as there are experiences implying the opposite, but that's the time my creative side rises. I know, it's not too creative, following instructions written down by a professional. But even so, while I'm grating cheese, adding salt, or even as soon as I'm selecting the ingredients at the supermarket, I feel excited (and perhaps possessed too). I aim for the best, so naturally, when something doesn't turn out exactly splendid, I feel a tiny bit disappointed. Luckily, today my disappointment was overcome by the happiness over accomplishing this mission.
NB. On Tuesday I was making chocolate chip cookies until a quarter to midnight, which I took to class next morning. And I can righteously claim that they turned out just perfect.
All right, this post could have been about the ever so mad job hunt, but I thought I'll give myself a break.
P.S. Sorry I don't have pictures of the cookies as they had disappeared by the time taking a photo came to my mind.
Hey, welcome to the club i wish we weren't members of.:)
ReplyDeleteCan you share the recipe you used for the choc-chip cookies?