A not-New Year's resolution

I have to admit, I am not the person to run, write or organize a blog. I am, and here follows a confession, utterly, utterly lazy, unmotivated, complacent and greedy. If it doesn't come to me within two seconds, it won't come at all. Ever. So about a month after my first post, a second, catching-up thingy.

Yes, I bought these flowers myself, not expecting anybody else to buy me some.

Yes, it's been a busy month, I'm at my parents', where I am left alone with a huge kitchen and sheer endless supplies of food (and a Kenwood food processor), all day long. What else to do than bake, cook and try recipes that I'd never venture doing in our humble student kitchen. Actually, it is more the disposal of the food that is much easier here, because there are always people around to eat what I cook, people that aren't fussy, people that are meat eaters, people that fancy three-course meals every day.

Because, let's be honest, I am a single student with a small kitchen, and recipes rarely adapt to my needs, and what I need is one, or maybe two scones. And a one-portion beef stew, and a one-portion brioche recipe, and a one portion pork pie recipe, and a one-portion... well you get the picture (whoever you is, if there is a you outside my head). Don't get me wrong this is not a frustrated single speaking. No - it's a slightly overweight (muhahaha) student speaking who is sick of reading recipes that could feed the entire British army, if not the entire British population. I'm not a thicko either, although usually preoccupied with letters rather than numbers, I am the offspring of two accountants and I am fully capable of calculating, hence I am able to downsize recipes. What I can't do is quarter eggs or work with thimbles as measures.

ALSO, shops don't sell the stuff I need in single-appropriate sizes. You HAVE to go for the gallon of syrup, the ton of flour, the yard-long bread, the wheelie bin full of sugar and baking powder, enough to make a continent rise. Of course, these things 'keep well', 'are always handy' and 'easily stored'. But did I mention that I am a greedy, fat student with limited space to store my gallons of syrup and milk, and not even enough will power to let a bag of flour sit on the shelf for more than a month. I do my best to cram the stuff I buy into the small space in the cupboard that is reserved for them, and labelled accordingly, a technique referred to as 'tetrising'. But what I cannot ignore is the voice in my head screaming 'flour, butter, sugar, eggs - cookiessssssss' (and trust me, that voice is quite loud). I realize now that my accolade is taking biblical proportion, but, hey, that's exactly my approach to food.

I realized during the last two weeks at my parents' that I should try to 1. get a bigger cupboard and 2. find ways of using the limited content of my food cupboard in order to make tasty stuff in one-portion format that will help me to turn myself into a one-portion size person. OMG, is that a New Year's resolution?