The struggle. First off, if it isn't a struggle, it doesn't really interest me. This is why Martha Stewart's programs have always bored me. Did she ever struggle with anything? I don't know, because I wasn't watching.
But what do I struggle against, for, & with in the bungalow kitchen? Let me break it down.
1. Acceptance of my role in the kitchen.
2. The tedium of dirty dishes.
3. The lack of culinary tradition.
4. Unavailability of many ingredients in my small town.
5. Occasional lapses in the flow of cooking inspiration.
6. Finding time to concentrate with small boy always demanding I draw skeletons and superheroes for him.
7. A husband whose recipes should all come out of the Mayo Clinic Cookbook.
8. Stupid cookbooks
9. Frequently not being able to find the can opener.
10. A border collie always smack dab in front of the stove.
I wish I could elaborate more on the above struggles; I will, promise, (and will no doubt come up with some new ones)-- but I'm struggling against sleep deprivation right now, and I was going to get to bed so early tonight, in preparation for the jet lag I'm soon to experience. My little boy and I are traveling to Spain in three days, to spend a week with a Spanish friend who also has a three-year-old. I'll try to get a sense of what she struggles against in her Spanish kitchen. I'm bringing home at least one Spanish meal for the repetoire.
Buenas Noches.
11:42:40 PM 
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