My Sundays tend to fall in such a way that I have about an hour or two in the middle of the afternoon with nothing particularly to do, which is perfect because that’s when Thirteen has all their non-irritating cooking shows. My current favorite is Nigel Slater on Great Food. The whole thing is much more engaging than any of the other cooking shows I generally watch, and the recipes of his that I’ve tried have all been perfect. This probably isn’t a surprise to anyone but me, but I guess he also does a column that I’m currently catching up on.

There’s something peculiar about watching shows on how to make all these fantastical elegant meals and then whipping something together with yesterday’s Mexican leftovers and whatever’s in my fridge (not much), but there it is.

I’m becoming more keenly aware of exactly how shitty my kitchen actually is; my oven is temperamental and usually doesn’t work at all, leaving me to make do with the stovetop. Don’t get me wrong, you can do plenty with a stovetop, but it’s a shame because baking is one of few things I’m actually quite good at. I’m also totally lacking in counterspace; anything requiring multiple bowls or whatever forces me to work at the kitchen table, which is endlessly irritating. I don’t have any particular desire to move but whenever I think about it, I end up picturing these vast palatial kitchens with islands and endless cabinets and drawers and ghblrugh.

Maybe even a dishwasher. I’d like a dishwasher.