I like cooking, but I don’t like cooking a meal a day. No, what I like to do is spend one day cleaning the kitchen, and then spend the ENTIRE next day messing it up again. I don’t make one dish, I make several. A few bean dishes, a soup, and a meat dish is the current formula – depending on what I can come up with.
The “hand wash” pile never goes away. It never goes away because I absolutely hate my sink. It’s not deep or big enough. I end up sloshing dishwater all over my shirt trying to get things clean. (See also: spend all day cleaning the kitchen)
My knives haven’t been sharpened in +4 years. Every time I think about sharpening them, I make a mental note to call the hardware store & ask if they’ll do it… and then forget until it’s time to use them again. I also go “shopping” online for whetstones and sharpening steel – and for other/new knives.
I dream of being on Chopped, which is HILARIOUS considering what my brain does under certain kinds of pressure. I get the application partially filled out, then remember that nobody actually EATS what I cook. Or that I’ve never worked in a restaurant. Or I’ll be filling it out WHILE watching an episode and an insanely wild ingredient that I’ve never heard of shows up. Or that I would have to travel to a strange city, be in a strange kitchen, with no “familiar” things (violation of social anxiety rule #1 – I can go to a new place with an old friend. I can go to an old place with a new friend. A new place with people I don’t know? NO).