Cook Cook Cook! Praise Praise Praise!

Yum Yum Yum!
Or it will be when el V finishes.
The kitchen is farkin' freezing. Fortunately as soon as you turn on a burner or something it helps a lot. The PHH people should  do something to insulate those four kitchen windows, two doors and the foundations for winter one of these years. I've gotten to hating to be in there when the temps plunge, which has been most of the winter so far. But as said, as soon as the stove goes into use it improves enormously, but one must begin, and one is so put off from beginning.

Particularly as when el V is home during cooking times.  He edffortlessly re-created the sit-in-the-middle-of-it-all-to-block-C from going back and forth from HER workstation to  doing freaking anything in the kitchen.  This forces her to continuously request him to move just like in the NYC kitchen. Why? He could have set up his home office in the dining room, but no, right between the study where my office is, and the kitchen counters.

But back to it being so cold in there -- pulling dishes out of the cupboards and silverware from the drawers is taking out pieces of ice! Back in Dec. I began putting the the serving bowls, plates and flatware on the stove while making dinner so they'd warm up before eating.  If hot food went into them straight out of the cupboards the food would be cold before it got to the dining room. I keep getting a new understanding, viscerally, of so many food preparation and serving customs.  Lids and covers are essential not only for controlling heat and keeping out dirt and critters, but to preserve heat.

I do the same with my teapot and mug in the mornings too. el V thought this was brilliant, but he's never quite gotten the concept. He puts cups on the stove top, but pours his coffee into a cup he takes out of the cupboard. He does this every morning since I started doing this.  He wants to help, so he pours the hot water into my teapot -- and moves it to the counter. He doesn't understand why I laugh at him every morning.

We are eating superbly, locovorely. We made a new schedule though, at el V's suggestion: I cook three times a week, he one, we go out twice and one night we fend with whatver. It helps me to do more book work.

el V just announced: "We men may take too much credit for the little we actually do in the kitchen, but our self-promotions skills about it are superb. Come here, admire and PRAISE what I do! This is the best thing you'll have ever eaten in your life!"

Wine and music help the process of making dinner too, in o so many ways ... let's hear it for the Saturday night traditions that we follow wherever we are, when we're not eating elsewhere, which does happen.