What level of crime or misdemeanor against my roommates would it be for me to roast carrots in my apartment’s oven when it’s over 85 degrees out?
Because I have these nice orange, yellow, and purple carrots that are not going to last much longer, and eating them raw hardly seems like it would be at all delightful.
It’s not like we avoid using the dryer–which raises the humidity in our entryway about 50%–when it’s hot out, but if you made an argument that laundry is more of a necessity than roasting, I would probably agree with you.
(But I really had the best intentions of broadening my dinner options from where they currently stand, i.e. “tomato basil farro with onions and cheese” and “chips and guacamole and tiny bell peppers that can be consumed like little apples”)
I’ve always kind of wanted a food dehydrator, but I don’t know how many things I would actually feel inclined to dehydrate (other than these carrots…). There are so many culinary tools that are highly specific: pizza stone, rice cooker, sous vide pan (maybe that’s more universal? Like a slow cooker?). Probably all of the universal cooking tools that exist, nebulously, in my head are only available on informercials, but when you live in an apartment multi-tasking implements are critical (this does not explain why we had, for a time, three vacuums, and why we still have two vacuums and an off-brand roomba named D-bot). It especially doesn’t explain why in spite of our sucking power I still really just want a dust buster.
(Dust Buster is the brand name, right? So next time I have the conversation that comes up every 18 months or so–the one about which brand-name items have become universally used to mean the generic of that item, e.g. bandaids and xerox etc–I have a new contribution).
