Watching so much Masterchef that it becomes acceptable to say “Panna cotta is the new soufflé” and pass judgement on dishes I could never hope to replicate
Just imagining my life with no work commitments. Id like to think Id be in such good shape, a master baker, fluent in a new language and a crochet genius. Reality would be I watch even more Hells Kitchen and find ways to reach things while staying on the sofa