Cooking Is Fun...But Clean-up Is A Drag

Okay, I'm seriously annoyed now. I've re-discovered cooking at this late stage of my life but the downside has now shown itself.

The Clean-up.

Not fun. It's soooo much fun to get in the kitchen, get flour all over everything, use multiple pans, use lots of wooden spoons (my fave for the time being), measuring stuff, having the ingredients out all over the place...even filling up the sink with lots of deitrus. Then, when things are baking or simmering, all the stuff that caused the fun becomes an elephant in the room. (To understand where I'm going with this today, I must say I don't have a dishwasher...more on that sometime down the road)

The dishes and pans just sit there intruding on your peripheral vision and consciousness. After a while they start to chant in a low tone about how they need to be washed "and put away". It's one thing to wash them (I guess you could apply this to the dishwasher too) but then they need to be put away as they won't do it on their own. Ingrates.

So there you have dishes sitting there and they start a new chant. I mean, why can't your family just swing by and pick out what they want when they need it?? Need a fork? Welp, it should be in with all the other silverware. A plate? Lookie there...right in the rack thingy.

The dishes are just going to get dirty again so why do ALL the work?? Part-way works great for me. You do have to wash them for sanitation's sake but nothing says you have to put them away. They won't be out long enough for any ooky germ wafting through the air to settle on them so why the extra work?

But then, after I'm settled in my Barcalounger, those dishes sitting out start to thrum in my head. I can't get away from it. You can tell they aren't happy sitting out. They have a place to 'be' and sitting out isn't it. So after quite a bit of thrumming, I can't take it any longer and hoist myself up and into the kitchen. Takes me all of, what, six minutes to put the d*mn things away??

Then the thrumming stops and I can relax with a bite of what I baked. Absolute bliss.