Acting Like a Family

It’s supposed to be good manners and extremely romantic if I cooked something and brought it along to eat during our trip to the zoo. Like we would sit down and have my homecooked food as we looked at the animals. It would be a perfect little picnic and we would act like a happy-go-lucky family. That was the dream. The reality was that the small kitchenette in my studio apartment doesn’t really function. The thing was so small and was clearly not made for real cooking.

That fact didn’t bother me at all when I first chose this room because I never thought that I would have to cook anything beyond using the microwave. Standing in front of it, I now knew that no amount of cooking class during my school days could help me if I didn’t have a proper kitchen to cook in. Should I just make some sad sandwiches?