Kitchenjunkie

This topic is quite random, but I simply cannot hold it any longer:

It think I might have developed an addiction. I mean, almost every day I have this feeling I need to roll my sleeves, get out the spoons and knives and start steaming. The feeling I get out from it is so liberating, so fulfilling, so...calming.

Let me explain. It is kind of a mindset where you liberate yourself and go with the flow but at the same time you know exactly what you are doing – and the result is immediate. You cut, stir, boil...and then inhail...mmmm what a sensation, a sweet mixture of pure pleasure! Suddenly you see all the colours and you realise what a masterpiece you have created. Surely you all know what I'm saying, right?

I think it all began during the summer, very cunningly, when I started to watch Nigella. I literally could not stop watching her, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Amm9Go-lxdY&feature=rellist&playnext=1&list=PL2839E946DEF4705B ....Sweet Jesus!

Since then, this addiction has only gotten worse. Partly, I blame my new house, because the place to do my magic is huuuuuge, at least compared to my old house. It kind of haunts me every day saying: "Come, come...I know you want to."

One night I spent one and a half hours just reading and looking for different recepies. The other night I watched youtube with my housemate, and he showed me how this specialist squeesed all the different menus (that are normally enjoyed separately) together as one tasty cocktail. All I wanted to do was to get back to my pans and pots again...Yes, I'm talking about cooking!

This is getting quite ridiculous actually, because lately I have had the urge to cook even if have thousand other things to do. It is just such a pleasure. For example, last week, instead of preparing a presentation, I prepared lentil curry. On a Friday night I think I actually enjoyed my friends' birthday party the most before going there – I was drinking wine and baking a mudcake in my kitchen.

As a matter of fact, at this very moment I should be researching, and what am I doing: after cooking for hour and a half, I am writing about cooking.

Am I loosing it, or am I just getting old?