Moussaka!

I decided, in alll my mental glory, that since I like moussaka so damned much, I would learn how to make it. And as first tries go, not bad. I have a few things I would like to fix of course, but thatll have to wait until, well, three years from now :P

But the thing that really gets me, is dishes. One simple casserole, and I used every single pan in the kitchen, three different spoons, two spatualas, and maybe seven bowls. And of course, no measuring devices, cuse, pfaa, who needs em? You see, I bake, and cook, like I do chemistry.... measure as little as possible, add stuff until it looks right, and hope I dont blow anything up. I try to say... less to clean... but grrr I still end up washing everything in the kitchen. I swear things just hop out of the cabinets, and drawers into the pile of dirty dishes.

Sigh.

Im sure there is some equation that equates the number of dishes indirectly in proportion to the difficulty of cooking, but hey Im not a mathematician either. Oh wait, there is something wrong there... eh I cant think about math while trying to remember all the words to Mammal by TMBG, which by the way, is a great song, educational and catchy.

Im scatter brained today, it seems.