For me, the kitchen is a scary and mysterious place. However, with courage and perseverance, I’ve mastered a few basics: I can put milk (not water) over my corn flakes and I can load the ice cube trays with water (not milk). Aware of my shortcomings in the culinary arts, I avoid dangerous appliances – especially things like stoves, ovens, burners, pans, knives and the like. In the hands of the inept, these items are dangerous.
Nazy, aware of my congenital limitations, has delegated non-cooking tasks. Accordingly, I wash dishes and take out the garbage. Over time – we’ve been married more than 35 years – I been granted the freedom to make some decisions on my own.
Last week, just before guests arrived for dinner, Nazy asked (well, ‘Nazy told’) me to clean the kitchen. I washed a zillion pots and pans:
Nazy, aware of my congenital limitations, has delegated non-cooking tasks. Accordingly, I wash dishes and take out the garbage. Over time – we’ve been married more than 35 years – I been granted the freedom to make some decisions on my own.
Last week, just before guests arrived for dinner, Nazy asked (well, ‘Nazy told’) me to clean the kitchen. I washed a zillion pots and pans:
“Why,” I thought, “do we need multiple pans for one item? If we have a meat dish, then one pot, preferably one that can be thrown out, should be sufficient. I need to explain the principles of operational efficiency to Nazy.”
After washing, I moved into clean-up mode. Look at the photo at the beginning of this blog and answer the following questions:
1. Would you immediately conclude that the orange carcasses should be trashed?
2. Would it occur to you that the orange carcasses had been lovingly saved to serve as decorative containers for the home-made mango/orange ice cream dessert?
3. Would you be astonished if you spouse questioned your sanity, ability and thoughtfulness in the event that you answered question 1 with a “yes”?
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