I am so glad my Iberian flatmates finally moved out. They were great people but they spent the WHOLE DAMN DAY in the kitchen. Up at 6:30 AM making their five-course breakfast, and most days, in there until midnight as well. I couldn't even get in there to use the microwave most days! I understand this is a Mediterranean thing, being fantastically dedicated to the preparation of food in its most precise detail, I suppose I'm just more into the Anglo-Saxon utilitarian approach, for me 'food' is a painful duty and I would prefer to live on meth if I could. (Then again, having huge piles of elaborate delicacies served up in a restaurant or somebody ELSE's house is great! [Or *was*, when I still had teeth])
― dave q, Thursday, 18 September 2003 08:26 (twenty-two years ago)