cookies, kitchen and unusual personality of mines..

I dont cook. at all. and that is the hard part of living without my mum or stable- high income. Every time when I tell myself: "today I will cook myself a nice dinner" I end up in some fast-food restaurant, what can I say,

I can not cook.

Few months ago, I went to the university, only to discover that some jerks decided in the name of all of us that we should block university and go on strike. I came back to my apartment, furious as hell, with bags full of food and other things..

that was the first time in my life when I baked cookies.

my boyfriend loved them..

..after I showed him the proper way of eating them (put them in the coffee so they are no longer hard like a rock and you can actually feel some taste of a honey I put inside). and after all he is my boyfriend right?I mean spending two years together obliges you to some casual lie like
"uhm.. honey.. I can really feel honey taste in your cookies!!"..

It was one-day-stand, if I may say...

yesterday I was browsing through some receipes on the internet and believe me or not:
I realized that I had all the ingredients in my place... that I bought... me.. noone else...

so this time I made muffins..


they were hard and the best way of eating them was with butter...

when my boyfriend came, he discovered the mistery of my weird bakery effects:

I was using baking powder... but for bread...