Last night was my second attempt at becoming the perfect Stepford Wife with the help of Arabia. The first step was to eat a brownie. But this was no ordinary brownie. It was a brownie with a magical ingredient that makes you relaxed, happy and strangely, even makes the TV show Roseanne seem utterly hilarious.
Unlike Arabia, I didn’t have an adorable apron to wear, but I did knit this sweater (that should definitely give me some 1950s housewife bonus points):
Here I am putting chunks of tofu into a bowl of rice flour (don’t ask, I just did as I was told). I think the angle of this photograph may have been influenced by the magical brownie.
I did the majority of the cooking myself, except for the chopping of certain vegetables, as I live in morbid terror of severing a finger. I think this fear can be traced back to my childhood, when my Dad made me watch a video of Django Reinhardt. Seven years old is much to young to be exposed to persons with digit amputations, no matter how great their guitar playing happens to be.
Anyway, despite a slight mishap with the seasoning salt (apparently you have to sprinkle it on very gently, not pour it on like you’re trying to put out a fire), it was a great success.
If you want the recipe, please don’t ask me, I seem to be experiencing short term memory loss for some unknown reason.