Why it’s not a vacation without cooking in someone else’s kitchen
I can go two weeks without sleeping in my own bed, but I can’t go two weeks without cooking.
I’m a budget traveler, so I prefer staying with friends or, at the very least, an Airbnb with access to a kitchen. I feel pampered in a hotel, but after a few days without the ability to prepare food for myself, I start to get a little blue.
Having a stove and a fridge when you’re traveling is convenient and saves money, and cooking in an unfamiliar kitchen is a challenge I’ve come to enjoy when I’m on the road — not unlike that scary-excited feeling when I get turned around in a train station and must ask someone for directions.
In that light fog of uncertainty and newness, you have to dig into your mental toolbox to solve the familiar problem of feeding yourself in a new way.
After you figure out where the kitchen’s primary mathematician stores his or her utensils, pots, pans and the like, not to mention which appliances are hidden under the counter and how much shelf space is available in the
Cooking in other people’s kitchens means getting to drink out of their coffee mugs, too. This one says “Dinosaurs Eat Man, Woman Inherits the Earth,” a riff on a “Jurassic Park” quote.