The markets, oh the markets. I wander. I look. I never buy much besides a cupcake and a coffee. I like to dream of a day where I prepare delicious vegetarian curries and stews and can stand proudly and say "YEAH I MADE THIS AND ATE IT AND IT WAS AWESOME, aha!". But I live in a studio. My kitchen is actually just a sink, a microwave, a sandwich toaster and a bar fridge. I own a bottle of whiskey, some soy sauce and 5 packets of Mi Goreng noodles. I also have a jar of vegemite, mouldy bread and some creamed corn. Domestic goddess, I am not. But at the markets, I will continue to fondle fruit & vegetables lovingly and pretend that I intend to take it home, chop it up and prepare something awesome with it. Sweet potato chips! Potato & pea curry! Grilled and marinated eggplant! Fryed haloumi "salad" (whereby I fry haloumi and pretend that I intend to form some sort of green arrangement of rocket, but it's all lies! LIES.). One day... until then, me and my mi goreng will be rockin' this studio's wee kitchen. Yeah, we will.
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