Blog by Sumana Harihareswara, Changeset founder

02 Feb 2002, 11:56 a.m.

I packed too much stuff to go to my new…

Hi, reader. I wrote this in 2002 and it's now more than five years old. So it may be very out of date; the world, and I, have changed a lot since I wrote it! I'm keeping this up for historical archive purposes, but the me of today may 100% disagree with what I said then. I rarely edit posts after publishing them, but if I do, I usually leave a note in italics to mark the edit and the reason. If this post is particularly offensive or breaches someone's privacy, please contact me.

I packed too much stuff to go to my new place, so now I have to consolidate and tuck away and figure out what can go to Stockton. Example: the flat already has eight saucepans. I'm pretty sure it can do without mine.

Benoit practicaly drooled when I showed him that I had Nutella. He's planning on making crepes with them next weekend.

I find it very restful to actually eat a meal in the new place. There's a dining table with several chairs, there are many choices of food and beverage, and the only food around that I can eat is stuff I want (since I threw out all the old/never-gonna-eat-it stuff I had at my old place). In addition, the dining space is very restful. It's light and airy, with white walls, and it's completely devoted to food. About half of the common space in this apartment is kitchen. I'm beginning to remember what it's like to enjoy eating for its own sake and give myself time to just dine.