I made a cake last night to get rid of a few eggs. Realized I am slipping back into batchelor life when I just put the whole thing on a plate, put one utensil on it, And put the whole thing back in the fridge. Healthy… probably not … any of it. But not having to look for a clean utensil every time is nice. The sad part is it was a spoon I grabbed, not because I thought it would double for ice cream if I wanted some… But because it was closer
I have my own hens out back… So I give away a dozen to my neighbors weekly, on either side because they free roam and I have to many Currently about 4 dozen on the counter. Messier than usual, started a new job working far away and a lot more hard labor than I’m used to, so I’ve basically done fuck all to keep things managed around here as I get into a routine. Thankfully when you are 1 person, you only have to clean 1 pot, 1 fork, and 1 plate usually. (Edit: forgot to add, 1 good silicone/rubber/? Hybrid temperature resistant spoon, I always hated the plastic ones and visited my mother a year ago and she had them, just place it over the top of the pot no matter how hot, no issues. Worried about sauce getting on the stove, just leave the fucker in the pot, not sure what it’s made of, but I intend to reuse it till I die and hopefully pass the fucker on so it doesn’t go in a ditch)
I did that a few times - not in one sitting but just eating pie as my only food for a couple days (I’m not a big eater). I remember standing in line at Albertson’s in my early 20s, seeing a rack of peach pies and suddenly realizing I could just buy one for myself. I was an adult. I could get a whole pie and eat as much of it as I wanted. Another time I ate almost nothing but Cap’n Crunch all weekend. A friend of mine had a summer job at a pizza place where she got to take home one pizza per day. She put them in her freezer and lived on pizza all summer, zero grocery expenses.
They live alone, why have a pie server if you are just gonna eat it yourself?
I made a cake last night to get rid of a few eggs. Realized I am slipping back into batchelor life when I just put the whole thing on a plate, put one utensil on it, And put the whole thing back in the fridge. Healthy… probably not … any of it. But not having to look for a clean utensil every time is nice. The sad part is it was a spoon I grabbed, not because I thought it would double for ice cream if I wanted some… But because it was closer
And yet, to get rid of a few eggs you made cake, where others would just make eggs. We are not worthy!!!
I have my own hens out back… So I give away a dozen to my neighbors weekly, on either side because they free roam and I have to many Currently about 4 dozen on the counter. Messier than usual, started a new job working far away and a lot more hard labor than I’m used to, so I’ve basically done fuck all to keep things managed around here as I get into a routine. Thankfully when you are 1 person, you only have to clean 1 pot, 1 fork, and 1 plate usually. (Edit: forgot to add, 1 good silicone/rubber/? Hybrid temperature resistant spoon, I always hated the plastic ones and visited my mother a year ago and she had them, just place it over the top of the pot no matter how hot, no issues. Worried about sauce getting on the stove, just leave the fucker in the pot, not sure what it’s made of, but I intend to reuse it till I die and hopefully pass the fucker on so it doesn’t go in a ditch)
Holy crap, if I had that many eggs I’d probably eat eggs benedict with hollandaise every morning - cholesterol be damned!
Where do you live /s
Seattle!
As long as it isn’t a sink full of nasty dishes, and a PC surrounded by plates, cups, and empty cans, you are good.
For when that special someone comes over. Of course if you have a special someone you’d have 2 sets of silverware. Okay I see the point.
They are more likely to be just eating the whole pie in one sitting, too.
I did that a few times - not in one sitting but just eating pie as my only food for a couple days (I’m not a big eater). I remember standing in line at Albertson’s in my early 20s, seeing a rack of peach pies and suddenly realizing I could just buy one for myself. I was an adult. I could get a whole pie and eat as much of it as I wanted. Another time I ate almost nothing but Cap’n Crunch all weekend. A friend of mine had a summer job at a pizza place where she got to take home one pizza per day. She put them in her freezer and lived on pizza all summer, zero grocery expenses.
Oh, I have had more than one “I am gonna just sit here and eat this whole thing” nights.