So, I have moved. I have moved over several provinces to the most eastern point of Canada that I could. Why? Certainly not for my sanity or some ridiculous deep-seeded passion to be rained on every five minutes. No, I moved for school. I'm currently going after an MA in a small but prestigious program. It is this, and this alone, that could have driven me to move to Newfoundland.
What's more, my angel of a boyfriend came with me.
What's more(er) this whole adventure got off to a rocky start when we got lost driving from the airport to our new home, We then discovered that our new home was way too isolated from St. John's, on top of an obscene hill that would require a ski-doo in the winter (I was contemplating a toboggan) and a 30 min walk from any public transportation.
No.
Just, no.
Now, after a hectic week that no one needs to hear about, we are settled into a sweet, basement apartment with two bedroom and tiny kitchen. We unpacked, moved furniture, plugged in electronics, bought groceries etc. etc.
And then I noticed a hook on the kitchen wall. I imagine that this hook was meant for a frying pan or some such thing, but I decided that it would be the perfect spot for my apron. Have I ever mentioned my apron before? Probably not. It's new. It's also handmade by FyreFairee designs (an amazing seamstress in Australia I had the pleasure of living with when I was at school in Eng) and covered in sparkly polkadots. I love my apron... and I have yet to love Newfoundland.
With these two elements combined I have been doing what one is never supposed to do in a foreign land - bake. What is that saying? Good for the soul and bad for the hips. Yes that's it. Not only will you feel completely out of place in your new, unsatisfying home but you will also feel out of place in your jeans. What's a girl to do?
Well, here's out it all began.
1. I arrive early at my first day of work... and realized that I forgot my mandatory work shoes.
2. I was out of bus money on my metropass, so I had to take a half hour walk home.
3. It was raining... sideways. Effing wind.
4. After work, I went to my first class.
5. My bus (I found change) was 15 min late and I was only JUST on time for my class.
6. Everyone in that program is 10x more qualified to be there than I am.
Apron.
Sugar Cookies!
2 cups of butter
2 cups of sugar
2 eggs
a splash of vanilla (I don't believe in measuring every little thing.)
a few pinches of backing powder
4 1/2 cups of flour
Cream the butter, sugar, eggs and vanilla. (I was fortunate enough that my man was boiling noodles, so I used the pot and my mixing bowl like a double boiler to soften up the butter.)
Next, add the dry ingredients a bit at a time and mix thoroughly. (don't be prissy, get your hands in there for the best mixing.)
Chill the dough. (I have no trick for this. I sit and watch something until my brain goes 'dough?')
bake at 350/75 C depending on your oven. I made my cookies in the shape of moose, porcupines and other fun Canadian animals with the help of the best cookie cutters ever and a french rolling pin that I willing spent $8 on (I promise I bought pretty much everything else at the Dollarama to justify this purchase).
The apron hangs in her spot once more, waiting to comfort my next bad day. I'm thinking homemade chicken soup ;) But only time will tell.
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