My cooking habits are particular. My sister laughs at me taping the instructions on the cupboard above the counter where I prepare my recipes especially the Martha Stewart Thanksgiving turkey that I’ve been preparing for like 20 years.
I prefer quiet in the kitchen. I like company there. The dogs underfoot are fine and music is nice. Or, I have the tv on in the other room. Is it quirky that if I hear something I want to see, I’ll stop what I’m doing, hands covered and sometimes dripping in whatever and walk over to see what's on?
Before my husband taught me about staying organized, I'd be up to my ponytail in dirty pots and pans; my countertops covered with pretty much no space to work. That I needed him to point out about washing things as I go makes me chuckle now. Does that mean I don't see the trees for the forest?
My mother did not enjoy having anyone around while she cooked. She was a good cook. Probably more capable than I am. She also followed recipes. It’s funny but despite the fact that she didn’t let me near the kitchen, I still inherited some of her ability. Must come through the shared DNA. My husband loved her cooking. So did my dad.
I guess my quiet kitchen helps me connect to my mom. Sometimes I imagine that I am sitting beside her as she prepares a meal, talking and listening to her stories. And it is delicious.