Wednesday, October 7, 2015
Flashing on Miss Lucy
They're working in the kitchen--painting, fixing the ceiling--all the things we worked for all our lives to pay someone else to do! As a result, the fudge making has shifted to the kitchen in the basement. Everything upstairs is available downstairs in terms of equipment. I was somewhat limited to flavors of fudge by the fact that almost all the flavorings reside in a cupboard upstairs. So we have female chocolate, Butterfinger, almond, and blueberry(!). Totally acceptable. But I just poured the last batch in the pan and tried to find a place to set the kettle to be washed. No surprise, there was no cupboard space. You see, Miss Lucy believed that if a spoon, a pot, a utensil could be used while cooking, it SHOULD be used while cooking. I have yet to meet someone who could outdo the number of items used to prepare a meal. I could have gotten her compassion. I could have gotten her wit. I definitely got her tremors. And even more definitely, based on observation, I got her cooking preparation skills. Holy crap. I didn't know I had that many pots, pans, measuring devices, spoons, spatulas and assorted paraphernalia. I do! And I'm sitting over here typing this rather than cleaning them up. Come to think of it, I could have also inherited her need to clean, but alas, the gene pool ran dry there!