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Some days it's very satisfying to make a sandwich.
I mean. It's not really cooking in any sense of the word. It barely even counts as meal assembly. I didn't make the bread, or the mayo, or the guacamole; I didn't so much as slice the meat; the baby spinach comes pre-washed in a bin. So as item-crafting goes, this is definitely the "You have one skill point, the cutting board, and all you can grow are radishes" entry on the recipe list.
(Somewhat ironically, trying to make a sandwich in Rune Factory games requires multiple crafting steps, fruits and vegetables that require multiple seasons of growing and some dungeon-crawling, and a remarkably high skill level. But I'm pretty sure Rune Factory is not RL.)
But it's satisfying. I take a series of things out of the fridge, none of which I'd particularly want to eat alone. (Occasional MUST CONSUME GREEN THINGS urges aside, during which I surreptitiously cram handfuls of baby spinach into my mouth.) I layer them up. At the end, I have a fairly healthy, tasty, hand-held item that, once consumed, removes low blood sugar debuffs (yes, I do think in video game terms) and gives me a mood buff and...and...
It feels like being an adult.
No, scratch that. It feels like being competent. It feels like being someone who knows how to take care of herself, and who is ready to face the day, even if the day is full of some really tricky Greek translation. (Which it is.) It is a small thing, and rather absurd for me to take such pleasure in it, but I do. I also take pleasure in hot showers, which require even less effort on my part, so I'm okay with that.
Now I need to go finish making those sandwiches in the middle of whose construction I stopped to write this post.
(And that sentence would work much better in Latin, boy howdy.)
I mean. It's not really cooking in any sense of the word. It barely even counts as meal assembly. I didn't make the bread, or the mayo, or the guacamole; I didn't so much as slice the meat; the baby spinach comes pre-washed in a bin. So as item-crafting goes, this is definitely the "You have one skill point, the cutting board, and all you can grow are radishes" entry on the recipe list.
(Somewhat ironically, trying to make a sandwich in Rune Factory games requires multiple crafting steps, fruits and vegetables that require multiple seasons of growing and some dungeon-crawling, and a remarkably high skill level. But I'm pretty sure Rune Factory is not RL.)
But it's satisfying. I take a series of things out of the fridge, none of which I'd particularly want to eat alone. (Occasional MUST CONSUME GREEN THINGS urges aside, during which I surreptitiously cram handfuls of baby spinach into my mouth.) I layer them up. At the end, I have a fairly healthy, tasty, hand-held item that, once consumed, removes low blood sugar debuffs (yes, I do think in video game terms) and gives me a mood buff and...and...
It feels like being an adult.
No, scratch that. It feels like being competent. It feels like being someone who knows how to take care of herself, and who is ready to face the day, even if the day is full of some really tricky Greek translation. (Which it is.) It is a small thing, and rather absurd for me to take such pleasure in it, but I do. I also take pleasure in hot showers, which require even less effort on my part, so I'm okay with that.
Now I need to go finish making those sandwiches in the middle of whose construction I stopped to write this post.
(And that sentence would work much better in Latin, boy howdy.)