I’ve had a falling out with my kitchen.
We’ve not been seeing eye-to-eye lately for some reason.
I’m not entirely certain why, but I think it has something to do with my work and travel schedule that’s been keeping me away from it for a while.
There’s also the burnout of dealing with stupid dishes that don’t wash themselves. And yet, for some reason, I still insist on making meals that use about five hundred pots, pans, utensils and more.
This week hasn’t been less busy, but I’ve put less pressure on myself to cook a real meal or to try something new-to-me. Honestly, I’m the only source of kitchen pressure so it’s a good thing I let up on myself. I even had a moment this week when I got home late from work, errands and the gym, and actually had the feeling of missing my kitchen.
This feeling of really *wanting* to be in my kitchen returned just in time too.
None of this is new to me, but that’s okay. Because, just right now, I need a little bit of routine in my life if I’m really going to get back to taking on some new Kitchen Trials that don’t involve stand-offs between me, my imaginary assistant, my imaginary sous chef and my cat over who’s going to do the d***ed dishes.
Wish me luck! I think I might need it, especially if my imaginary sous chef gets sassy when I ask her to get the cupcakes tins.