My roommate and I like to share deep and important thoughts when we are busy piddling about and making exceedingly delicious delicacies in our kitchen. Sometimes we discuss our work woes, other times we discuss our ice cream idolization, and quite frequently we discuss Rachel Ray's latest disaster on 30-Minute Meals. (She does truly heinous things with pork chops and EVOO.)
The other night, as I begrudgingly began the task of washing a bunch of green leaf lettuce for my sandwiches this week, the topic of hateful kitchen and cooking tasks came up. Even with my handy dandy salad spinner from Bed Bath & Beyond, I dread washing my leafy greens every week. It's loud, it's messy, the spinner is a challenge to clean, and the muscle fibers in my arms do not appreciate the effort it takes to make that lettuce spin round, right, round (like a record, baby).
After several minutes of complaining to my lovely roommate about my hatred of this and other tasks, she suggested I post a list on my blog. She's got some smarts in that foodie brain of hers, and making lists is one of my favorite neurotically-inspired activities, so I was delighted to heed her thoughtful advice. (Plus, I really like post comments and think my list begs for additions from my readers.)
Diana's Most-Hated Kitchen Activities
1. Washing lettuce
2. Stirring the oil into my Peanut Butter & Co. Smooth Operator peanut butter
3. Chopping and peeling garlic (I do not yet own that fancy little doodad called a garlic press)
4. Chopping and peeling onions (I do not yet own a pair of steel eyes, and a lit candle and/or placement of my face in the freezer are not always successful remedies to the drippage from my tear ducts.)
5. Touching raw chicken
6. Grating carrots
7. Removing loose tea leaves from my tea infuser
8. Cooking eggs. I'm not embarrassed to admit it -- I suck at it.
9. Packing my brown bag lunches
10. Cutting, dicing, do anything with red/green/yellow peppers. (I don't deal well with the confetti-like seeds sprinkling the surfaces of roomie and my spotless kitchen.)
I've told you mine... now you tell me yours...