Recipe for domestic mayhem
Feb. 2nd, 2011 12:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyEvery woman who's used to having a place of her own has her own standards and her own little ways of doing things. Stressful is two women in the same house, and worst of all, it's the house of a crochity old guy who's been on his own for a long time.
I will be the first to admit that my standards of house-keeping are modest. When it comes to the domestic arts, Mb has me beat; she's particular about things that I don't even notice, IE, the proper disposal of soda cans. Mind you, when I shop, there are some things I'm fussy about; I'm more inclined to go with good paper towels and cheap-ass toilet paper than the other way around, I get jumbo eggs, not large, and mayo, not Miracle Whip. But that's just me, YMMV. But---I love Mb and that's fairly minor.
The thing that's making me crazier is the hardware. There's a flat-surface cooktop, which I could deal with---IF all the pans were flat-bottomed. Some are and some aren't, and it's a pain in the ass to start cooking something, realize the pot wobbles, and have to find another pot to dump it into to finish. Most exasperating, there are NO lids for any of them. I know what I've got at home; if I want to make a casserole, I can lay my hand on the right sized dish. If I want to heat something up, I have a pan WITH a lid right there....
I think at some point, Mb and I need to take a day, go through the cupboards and donate the dross to Goodwill. Because seriously, HE'S not going to be cooking again, and WE would be a lot happier if we weren't up to our asses in surplus warped teflon.
Or a yard sale. The odds are Ahab will be going into assisted living at some point. Dementia is progressive, after all. It makes sense to start editing now, since he can't take it ALL with him.
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I will be the first to admit that my standards of house-keeping are modest. When it comes to the domestic arts, Mb has me beat; she's particular about things that I don't even notice, IE, the proper disposal of soda cans. Mind you, when I shop, there are some things I'm fussy about; I'm more inclined to go with good paper towels and cheap-ass toilet paper than the other way around, I get jumbo eggs, not large, and mayo, not Miracle Whip. But that's just me, YMMV. But---I love Mb and that's fairly minor.
The thing that's making me crazier is the hardware. There's a flat-surface cooktop, which I could deal with---IF all the pans were flat-bottomed. Some are and some aren't, and it's a pain in the ass to start cooking something, realize the pot wobbles, and have to find another pot to dump it into to finish. Most exasperating, there are NO lids for any of them. I know what I've got at home; if I want to make a casserole, I can lay my hand on the right sized dish. If I want to heat something up, I have a pan WITH a lid right there....
I think at some point, Mb and I need to take a day, go through the cupboards and donate the dross to Goodwill. Because seriously, HE'S not going to be cooking again, and WE would be a lot happier if we weren't up to our asses in surplus warped teflon.
Or a yard sale. The odds are Ahab will be going into assisted living at some point. Dementia is progressive, after all. It makes sense to start editing now, since he can't take it ALL with him.
.