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Jun. 22nd, 2004 02:24 pmI think I've forgotten what it's like to eat at home.
Don't get me wrong, I love eating out. In an average week, I usually eat out at least once during the week (if I don't have time to get home before class), and at least once on the weekend, either with friends or by myself. But this time around I'm a little worried that I won't know where to find the pots by the time I get around to eating in my own kitchen again.
After all, I ate out with friends before Urinetown, with dancer friends on Thursday (really good Middle Eastern food, in a really scary looking sports bar), by myself on Saturday (seriously tasty salad), at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sarcasma and sanity_clause's on Sunday, and with friends from grad school last night (Indonesian Rice Balls! Yum). I'm going for drinks and dinner with another friend tonight, and to Kitchener on the weekend, which will involve, if not eating out the whole time, at least not eating at my place. Then next week is Fringe, which always requires grabbing food on the run due to tight scheduling, and then my parents are here, which of course means taking them to my favourite restaurants, because that's what we do as a family (that, and read).
It's getting a little excessive, no? I can't bring myself to feel guilty, though, because it's just so much fun. At the very least, though, I should try to expand my restaurant repertoire and move away from my tried and true beloved restaurants.
Don't get me wrong, I love eating out. In an average week, I usually eat out at least once during the week (if I don't have time to get home before class), and at least once on the weekend, either with friends or by myself. But this time around I'm a little worried that I won't know where to find the pots by the time I get around to eating in my own kitchen again.
After all, I ate out with friends before Urinetown, with dancer friends on Thursday (really good Middle Eastern food, in a really scary looking sports bar), by myself on Saturday (seriously tasty salad), at
sarcasma and sanity_clause's on Sunday, and with friends from grad school last night (Indonesian Rice Balls! Yum). I'm going for drinks and dinner with another friend tonight, and to Kitchener on the weekend, which will involve, if not eating out the whole time, at least not eating at my place. Then next week is Fringe, which always requires grabbing food on the run due to tight scheduling, and then my parents are here, which of course means taking them to my favourite restaurants, because that's what we do as a family (that, and read).It's getting a little excessive, no? I can't bring myself to feel guilty, though, because it's just so much fun. At the very least, though, I should try to expand my restaurant repertoire and move away from my tried and true beloved restaurants.