A Kitchen of Our Own

In the brief time that we've been living on our own in Armenia, it's become clear that the most significant impact on our lives will be having a kitchen of our own. It feels so good to be able to eat familiar, healthy foods that aren't accompanied by the customary dosages of oil and salt found in traditional Armenian foods.

Sam also really enjoys cooking. Me, not so much- I'm more about the eating stage of things. But fortunately, I married myself a guy who loves to cook, so I'm rarely called upon to make my own food these days. 

Sam happily chops, sautees, boils and steams away in the kitchen while I eagerly anticipate whatever wonderful meal he's been inspire to attempt for that particular meal. 

But if we're being honest, eating food that's more to our tastes isn't really the best part of our new kitchen. It's the control that it allows us to have over our lives and our bodies. 

Now I get to eat when I want (or, at least, when Sam wants to cook, and when I can be bothered to heat up leftovers). I get to have a say over the ingredients I decide to put in my body. It feels like it's been a very, very long time since we've been able to make these types of basic decisions for ourselves.  

And for now, I'm deciding to eat a fritata.