Now, don't get me wrong, there's always a pile of papers in a corner somewhere that need to be filed.
But when it comes to dishes, they literally eat away at my soul until I get them either washed or in the dishwasher. And I hate having crumbs on the counters or stove. It brings out my OCD in the worst way.
I am also an obsessive hand-washer while I cook. I could literally think of touching an egg and have to wash my hands again - in scalding hot water.
Why does the kitchen get so much attention? Probably because we spend so much time in it. If it isn't clean, then nothing is going to be clean. Kitchen first. Other random parts of the house second.
I don't know, I guess the OCD I used to have before marriage and children is grasping onto the kitchen for some sort of life. My apartment used to look like a model home.
Sigh.
So it goes.
Now, I've had to give you all this background just so that you know... I have cats. Three cats. Shawn, the killer, Gus, the scaredy-cat, and Franky, the grouch. I also have a dog, Huck, but he gets his fill from the high chair, so he's not important.
Franky pretty much ignores the kitchen (and us, for the most part). Gus, well... Gus really, really likes sink water. If there's some sort of bowl or cup in the sink with water in it, he's going to figure out its bouquet, body, and finish. Shawn is usually out stalking something with a heartbeat, but sometimes he will take an interest in the kitchen, too. I guess it depends on whether or not he smells something similar to bird, squirrel, mole, or rabbit.
Gag.
So, Gus is the counter-jumper. This is another reason why I'm an obsessive counter and sink cleaner. If we leave anything in the sink, he's probably going to check it out. That's just gross. No one wants a cat on the counter.
Let me just say, though, that if you think your cat doesn't get on your counter... HAHAHAHAHAHA!
Your cat is just smarter than you, and does it when you aren't around. Gus is stupid. Yep. Squishy and stupid.
I make a lot of food for families in need, and I've always felt like I want my kitchen to be ULTRA-clean when I make food for them. You know, just like their kitchens should be if they made food for my family. I'm so used to fearing the cats on the counter, that I rarely leave anything unattended in the kitchen once I start cooking. If I do, I cover it.
Fast forward to last night's meal:
Per Better Homes and Gardens
I prepped everything, and was about halfway done rolling the meatballs when I had to go downstairs to email an insurance document to one of my customers.
I just walked away.
I came back about 4 minutes later, and Gus flashed out of the kitchen and ran towards the front door. He literally moved so quickly that I couldn't even tell where he was. Sink water? Meatball mix? Finished meatballs?
Thankfully, they weren't going to be eaten by anyone other than my family.
Executive decision? Eat them. Cooking them will remove any cat germs, right?
Sigh. Again.
Well, just in case you're interested, I doubled the recipe but tripled the sauce:
I really need to work on my plating skills.
It's definitely easy. My only recommendation, if you're going to try this for dinner instead of an appetizer like we did, is to cut the soy sauce maybe in half. It's a lot when you put it in a pita. It makes more sense as one little appetizer bite, but let's be real, how many times a year do you make appetizers? I'll probably make this again sometime. It was a good change of pace.
I will file it under "C", for, well... you know. We'll call it the secret ingredient, because it's a secret as to whether or not it was even in the recipe.
Yum!
P.S. What kind of witchcraft is required to keep your meatballs round? I just don't understand how to physically do that.
P.P.S. What was the world like before Lysol Wipes? Did I ever clean anything?
Say a prayer for me,
Kristin
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