Little Suzie Homemaker

I am so tired of cooking. I'm tired period, because I get up at 7 for class Monday through Friday, and then the Denmark Today people will inevitably have an afternoon event for us planned. If, by some chance they don't, then usually I have a friend doing something that afternoon, so I go along. I want to go with them, and to work on building up the friendships I'm making. I always have a good time, too, even when I'm tired. Then, in the evening, I cook. I usually spend at least an hour cooking, because Heaven forbid I stick to the easy stuff, like tomato sauce from a jar and spaghetti noodles. No, I have to improve my cooking skills, be adventurous, learn to make new (and far more complicated) things. What's wrong with me? These amazing ventures into the cullinary world are, of course, time consuming. And once I've finally squeezed dinner out of my poorly stocked and equipped kitchen, there's some evening event requiring my time at least 4 days a week. These events are so much fun, and I never regret going. I work on those friendships again and almost always have a great time. I'm just whining because I wish I had more energy. I'm tired of being tired.

My cooking masterpiece for this evening is homemade spaghetti sauce with pancetta. I've spent two hours preparing it so far, and I'm not done. All I want to do is have a bowl of cereal and go to bed. Instead, I saute onward, cooking my sauce and hoping it's good. Once I finally finish, I'll get to go out, either to my friends' kollegium, where lots of Italians and Spaniards will be having a good time, or to the club where all the international students hang out. No matter where I end up, though, I realize one important thing - I spent far too long cooking my dinner.