The last few months have consisted of very, very little cooking at home and even less baking. Dinners consisted of quick pastas, eggs, stir frys…anything that created as little mess and dirty dishes as possible. I couldn’t even dream of plugging in the slow cooker – what if it made the condo smell like *gasp* food!! Every morning since January, I’ve wiped water drops out of the sink, swiffered the floor, and tried to live as little at home as possible. The joys of having a home on the market.
But alas, the madness of the Olympics wrapping up coincided with the sale of my condo, and the subsequent move to the roomier, more calming locale of North Vancouver. My boyfriend and I spent a few weekends painting, then moving, and finally, making it our home.
As they say, the kitchen is the heart of every home. And if that is the case, this home has a lot of heart. For being a small condo still, the kitchen is a dream. A full L shaped counter, gas stove, granite island (perfect for chocolate work!). And plenty of room for gadgets. And for me, to play around. Sure, the curtains may not yet be up, but I’ve made myself at home in the new kitchen.
welcome home, nespresso. They joys of lazy morning latte’s at home never grow old.
In that awkward space between the fridge and the wall, I hung a hook. Now, my apron is at home.
And what better way to feel at home than to bake. I baked an almond lemon torte, light with whipped eggs, rich with olive oil and a pleasant chewiness from the two cups of almond flour. I served it with a side of brown sugar/olive oil roasted strawberries.
On the menu tonight – sole meuniere, golden beet, orange, hazelnut and goat cheese salad, and roasted garlic roma tomatoes. It’s good to be home.