I do believe in (magic cooking) fairies!
Why is it that my most brilliant blog ideas come to me when I am nowhere near my computer? I swear, the minute I step away from my desk, the creative juices start flowing and I get completely into “blog mode.” Interesting stories, quotes, or life revelations from the week begin to take shape in my mind and I start thinking like a true blogger – with witty comments, thoughtful messages, and interesting side notes. However, when I am sitting here in the publications work study office in Old Main, I stare at my blank screen, wishing inspiration would jump into my mind, flow through my fingers, and magically appear on the page. Kind of like the magic cooking fairies in my apartment.
Okay, so before I appear completely insane, they’re not actually magic. Or fairies. Or even real. But they make their happy little home among the pots, pans, and tea kettles of D204. The discovery of the cooking fairies came about one day when Mallory made the general inquiry to the room, “how do I make the magic of tea happen?” Mal, though lovely in every way and more than proficient in many things, is probably the least at home in the kitchen out of the five of us. (Side note: this inquiry happened at the very beginning of the semester. She has since then proudly cooked several meals all by herself.) Anna, who spent a semester in England and is therefore the resident authority on preparing a proper cup of tea, gave Mal a tutorial in the logistics of tea making. Mal and Amy, both in awe of the simplicity of the production behind such a fabulous beverage, declared that there must be “magic fairies” at work in our kitchen, who dance around in the teapot to create delicious results.
We’ve seen these fairies at work on several occasions. Abby, the busy music major who rarely gets a moment to relax, will whip together a gourmet meal in the 15 minutes she has between meetings and rehearsals. “She was obviously assisted by the cooking fairies,” say the rest of us as we look on in wonder. Our magic cooking fairies can be a bit temperamental at times. Some days I will wash a whole sink of dishes, only to turn around a few hours later and see the counter cluttered with plates and cups again. “How could five girls have used so many dishes in such a short amount of time?” I often wonder aloud, to be replied with “the fairies must be mad at us.”
Perhaps the cooking fairies in our kitchen have some friends hidden somewhere in Old Main who would like to magically assist me with my writing.
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