New Discovery

A man learns a lot about himself when he first moves out on his own.  For instance, I learned that I rarely shut the bathroom door.  I learned that Sunny D is still an amazing drink.  Seriously, when is the last time you drank Sunny Delight?  For me, it has to be at least ten years ago, if not longer.  But the biggest discovery I found since my move has normally been a foreign concept to me.  It saves money, provides a sense of accomplishment (if done correctly), and can be quite pleasurable.  I'm talking, of course, about cooking.

Homemade tacos: check.  Amazing scrambled eggs with onions, peppers, and even sausage: check.  Pancakes with Aunt Jemima's syrup: motherfucking check.  I was so proud about my newfound cooking skills that I called and texted my mom on two different occasions let her know. 

Me: "Mom, you need a texting plan so I can send you things like this: I made pancakes this morning."
Mom: "awesome!  love mom"

She's still not so keen on the whole texting thing yet.  Or that she doesn't need to sign them. 

Seriously though, this whole cooking for myself thing is going great so far.  Still have the old standbys of frozen pizzas and Foreman burgers in the freezer should I need them though.  There are a few downsides to cooking.  It takes a while for things to happen. 

I need to premix the pancake batter with water for how long??  I need to defrost the frozen taco meat a fucking day before I want to cook it??  And the dishes.

Cleaning up afterward is easily the worst part about cooking.  For pancakes this morning, I used a bowl, two measuring cups, a stirrer, spoon to scoop the mix into the pan, the pan, a plate, fork and knife, and my cup for Sunny D.  Dishes are a pain in the ass. 
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If there is anything worse than doing dishes, it's doing laundry.  I left Chicago on the 27th, moved in on the 30th and have yet to do laundry.  Yes, I have had to dip into the dirty laundry already.  There seems to be a laundry room across the parking lot from my palace but I have yet to venture over there.  It's just a big fucking pain to lug everything over there, pay whatever the cost is (which is definitely going to be too much), then sit there watching my clothes finish, and last but not least, fold everything.  Just a two hour block of time that I would rather be doing pretty much anything else, including dishes. 
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I found out that there's a brewery something like 1.7 miles from me.  I'll be visiting the 512 Brewing Company within the next weeks or so and will write more about it then. 
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My first day at my job, I was given a gift bag.  Not sure if they do this for every new employee or just because it was right after the holidays.  This gift bag included two beer koozies, or as my dad has called them his entire life, beer rubbers.  Might be strange to you, but it has been used in my house for as long as I can remember. 

But really, two beer rubbers?  Don't know what that says about my new job.  The best part is that one was promoting my employer and the other was for a sweet tea vodka, which apparently is a sponsoring partner.  Also, rumor is that all employees are supposed to get a bottle of said vodka.  I'll keep you posted. 
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