You know how it is. You move, you unpack, you try to make dinner. That’s when you discover that, somehow, all of the things that made your kitchen functional have disappeared. The bowls, the spices, the potato peeler, the frying pans, the saran wrap, the cutlery, the table, apparently these all belonged to your former roommate. You’re left with one fork, a cutting board, a massive stew pot, and a package of microwave popcorn. But no microwave.
This is the situation my boyfriend and I have recently found ourselves in. We took all the stuff I own, and all the stuff he owns, and put it all in the same apartment.
It wasn’t much.
Sure, there are lots (and I mean LOTS) of boxes of books and movies and old journals and sketch books. Many drawings and paintings and wonderful art that’s begging to be hung on our walls. But when it comes to practical things…
Like furniture. For sitting.
And shelves. For putting said books and movies and journals and sketch books.
And cooking implements. For…um…cooking.
Then, one glorious day, Corey walks into the living room, carrying a plate of — GASP — toast! Where did it come from? We have no toaster. This is madness!
“I made one,” he says, chomping into a delicious slice of peanut butter toast. I covet this toast.
I like toast.
How can you make a toaster?, You may be asking. I sure did.
First, you take one of these.
Next, you add one of these.
Add your sliced bread, and you get this!
My boyfriend is a genius.
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