Life is moving right along. I can’t believe i’ve already been in the new house for almost three months.
I’ve been dabbling in cooking again… (no, not taco’s) just a bit though; nothing too fancy yet.
I’ve been cooking things like quiche, stews, broiling chicken, grilling steak dinners and pot roasts.
I enjoy cooking again.
I enjoy cooking again because I love my fridge.
I love the layout of the kitchen and the colors and the shiny equipment.
I love my counter- tops, and I love my fridge.
and I especially love my fridge.
I’m trying to let it come back to me gradually. It’s been about four years since I’ve really cooked anything.much.
To say that I detested the kitchen at my old house would be an understatement. It made me mental.
The stove and range top were so old and gross they made me want to cry when ever I had to use them to cook, and don’t even get me started on the fridge.
I had this thing with the fridge- where I just could not bring myself to clean it very often because it was so gross it never got clean. Not ever after I had taken every cleaning product known to man and scrubbed it like the crazy bitch i am did it look an ounce better. It had mold all over the exterior-that grew like, well.. mold- and nothing on it, or in it worked very well -if at all.
It was all broken and dark on the inside like a bad neighborhood and and stopped making ice I think around 1984 . I would clean it though- time and time again. I’d get up all my courage and pretend i was a frat boy being hazed and get er’ done. Only to then repeat the dreadful cycle of avoidance and muster… over and over again….
I became like some weird woman that was afraid to go in her own kitchen. I practically had to plaster the thing with magnets and kids drawings just to fool myself into thinking it was a nice place to go wandering to get the milk for cereal in the morning for the kids sake, but inside I was screaming “NOOOOOO!”
I had massive aversions to eating (this does not bode well for your family when you are the mom who should be cooking yummy life sustaining meals for your small children.) Yeah… I sucked pretty much at this portion of momdom in general while I was there but I’m feeling much more secure in my role now that I can actually cook a meal without having to drink copious amounts of wine just to “get through” or calling in a “buddy” to sit with me so I did not go awol while cooking annie’s mac n cheese. Less ingredients meant less trips into the abyss. My children suffered.
When we got to the new house my daughter and I just stood in front of the fridge – opening and closing the door like we had special needs. We just stood, looking at the clean sparkling white interior. Feeling the cool clean stainless steel surface. Open. Close. Open. Close. It has a built in ice maker on the side that has the freezer…” IT MAKES ICE!!!”
“MY GOD IT MAKES ICE!” We just stood there… looking at each other in a state of wonder. It was obviously a very emotional and touching time for both of us. It was transformational if you want to know the truth.
You think i’m over-reacting right? Well- I mean, truthfully I am an ungrateful bitch compared to many who do not have the luxury of any refrigeration what so ever so please, do excuse my complaining..but I was seconds away from digging a hole in the ground and keeping my food chilled in the mother earth instead.
I just want to share the magnitude of my appreciation for what I have now…
Before I left that big nasty stain on my soul- I photographed it just in case I ever wanted to feel ungrateful about anything in my life- ever. again.
I hope you enjoy these as much as I did.