Some day I will cook again. Really I will. It's just that with this no wheat/dairy/soy diet, I can't eat much, so I'm not inspired in the kitchen. At all.
I actually enjoy making stuff. I'm looking forward to assembling lasagna again. To say nothing of dusting off my pannini press.
There is one thing I don't like, and this will come as no surprise to anyone who's ventured into my house. And that would be cleaning. I do it because it's necessary, but I'm not someone who gets a thrill out of scrubbing the floor - though I'm beyond estatic on the rare occasion when the house is actually immaculate.
How does this have anything to do with the above picture, you ask? I'll tell you.
I don't often sing the praises of kitchen stuff, but this particular gem has really rocked my world. See, Sawyer insists on having pasta every day for lunch. Every day. And then Sage will ask for macaroni and cheese, and then we'll be straining ground turkey for dinner, and soon enough there are three dirty, filmy strainers sitting in the sink.
Ever try to clean one of those? You have to turn it over and try to spray all the gunk out, and then scrub it. It's exhausting. Exhausting, I tell you!
So my girlfriend is a Pampered Chef representative. I've bought some stuff from her and am pleased with everything so far. But there's one thing that's changed my life.
Oh yes. My drainer. All you do is hold this over the pot and you can drain the water out - WITHOUT GETTING ANYTHING DIRTY!
I mean, you just rinse off the drainer and you're done. No extra thing to wash, no dumping the pasta back in the pot to add the Real Cheese to the macaroni - the pasta is already in the pot!
Yes, I already know what you're thinking. I need to get out more. It's true. But at least while I'm stuck at home, my kitchen is a strainer or two cleaner.
These days, that's saying a lot. So go treat yourself to one of these babies. You'll thank me.