a cooking lesson

I've been doing this college thing for some time now but just now remembered to document "a college moment."

I've done so in the past but I haven't lately, and so I begin my story. It's about 10:30pm on a Thursday night and school's been out for a while now for the older kiddies. I'm still bumming around Cville because I'm doing summer session and trying to lighten my workload come next semester. So one of my grad student friends comes over to the apartment I'm staying at and starts cooking this beef dish. He said he was coming over earlier to cook and I was like, "Go crazy." As he is cooking, one of my roommates who also is a grad student starts making brownies and cuts up some watermelon. As I am writing this the aromas of soy sauce and chocolate are mixing and permeating through the living room.

Now I realize this is nothing out of the ordinary. Just two people cooking in the kitchen at 10:30 at night. If it were a "regular" household, people would be winding down for the night. Nope, we were cooking and possibly going to eat again.

It is in this moment that I will miss the college life.