A playlist for Sunday cleaning. It used to be a chore, an imposition either avoided or endured. Then, one Sunday afternoon, the urge to tidy up a space springs up on its own (damn those viral decluttering and Clean With Me videos). It doesn’t work without special music. Because cleaning isn’t a chore, it’s a vibe. There are spray bottles and lavender scents involved. Plus, romanticising everything is a coping mechanism. It works.
A love for big garlic cloves. Let grannies insist that the small ones are where the flavour is. For kids these days, the moment of adulthood arrives the moment they start obsessing about garlic, and pods with oversized cloves. They’ll follow recipes. But they’ll measure garlic with their hearts. Fat cloves are easy to peel, look good on the gram. They hold it up like Rafiki presenting Simba at Pride Rock.
An interest in air-fryers. It’s this generation’s Bullet Blender, the gadget that signifies active cooking and new investment in the kitchen. It sits on your counter like a small declaration of independence, proof that ordering in every night is no longer the only option. Sure, it fries using less oil. But to want one is to admit that you actually want to eat healthy, that you’re at the age when you swap recipes with friends and buy “Italian Herb Mix” yourself.
