Most days I feel like a kitchen superstar. Last week I canned 50 quarts of garlic dills, catered an event for 50 attendees 1-1/2 hours away with all five of my kids in tow (major thanks to my Mom for coming along and riding herd…), made three- count ’em- three premium cheesecakes (two for the event, one for my visiting sister and her new boyfriend!), made mozzarella cheese and pesto enough to feed the Italian army, experimented with a couple recipes, made several loaves of bread and managed to put three meals a day on the table for my family of seven. I did it…
But as I worked my way through last week one dish (or sometimes several dishes) at a time I had a few moments of frustration. I had an epiphany (and yes, Dad, it hurt.) While I undoubtedly love cooking and am thrilled to have the opportunities for both captive audiences (husband and kid) and paying audiences (newspaper column and catering/cheesecake customers) there are still things that I just don’t like to do in the kitchen.
This epiphany came as a shock to me. A shock as big as when I realized that although I loved my children, there were some things I just didn’t like doing with/for them**. I can hear a collective ‘duh’ rising from the blogosphere, but to me this was news.
**Changing befouled diapers, listening to them practice the same sound effect four hundred times behind my head while I’m trying to decorate a customer’s cheesecake, eating goulash (HOW can they all love it so?), the laundry (I hates the laundry. Wicked. Tricksy. It increases when no one is looking.), etc…
Back to the kitchen grievances, though, since that was my original point. While peeling several dozen eggs for deviled eggs, I compiled a mental list of the things I don’t like to do in the kitchen:
- Washing leafy greens. Whether they be salad greens or mustard/turnip/spinach/collard greens it still irks me. What irks me more, though, is gritty dirt in my greens, so I soldier on…
- Breaking up ground meat in a skillet as it’s browning. Puh-leeze. I have better things to do. But, once again, I dislike turning out a meal that is sub-par, and so I continue to break the stuff into fabulously even little meaty bits.
- Losing count when I’m measuring flour. ‘Aw, geeze. Was I on 12 cups or 13?’ Can you feel my pain?
- Peeling rutabagas. If you’re not a Yooper or a pasty (pronounced pass-tee… Pase-tees are things that you stick on your, er, never mind) lover this may not affect you quite as profoundly as it does those of us who peel the recalcitrant little beasties weekly. I swear the things try to jump off of my cutting board.
- Cleaning leeks (see the ‘washing leafy greens’ entry above.)
- Cleaning bacon grease. But oh, how I love bacon. I can only save so much grease, though, and the rest has to go somewhere. Has anyone else melted a hole in their garbage bag when trying to be rid of bacon grease too hastily? Please can someone else admit they’ve done this?
- Throwing away things that weren’t eaten in time. Oh, this really, really chaps my hide. I have an immensely hard time throwing away food. This is why we started our Second Tuesdays Déjà Food Event. Food waste bothers me because it is so unnecessary if I plan properly.
(QUICK REMINDER: You have one more day to get your submissions in for this event. Prizes, prizes, prizes. Is that bribery? How ’bout I beg? Is that more effective?)
All of this griping does lead to a point. I’m curious. What are the things that really annoy you in the kitchen? Does you share any quirks with me on this or is your list totally different? I’m itching to know!