SLOW SLOW SLOW

I am so so slow to unpack and organize.  I remember a long long long time ago, Spod told me that Kim, his last wife (I would say previous but he had three previouses), would leave the vacuum cleaner out in the main walkway for everyone to trip over.  He hated that.  In fact he thought she did it on purpose, which I highly doubt, such a victim attitude!

But I never forgot that.  As a result I am very conscious of leaving stuff out in hallways or thruways.  Well, for the last three days now the hall to the living room is totally blocked with a growing pile of stuff to go downstairs.  There it sits, totally reminding me of Bill!  He would have had a fit by now!

I am so full right now and it isn't even lunch time yet.  I was up at six this morning, made my coffee and then noticed the rib bones I paid a ridiculous amount of money for, sitting in the fridge.

I think that in the meat department in any grocery store the beef rib bones taken off of rib eye steaks or rib roasts are the biggest shameful ripoff in the whole department.  You get these bones with a little meat on them, good meat but so little and they charge an arm and a leg for them. I bought four bones, small bones for SIX DOLLARS!!!  My bad. 

 I decided this morning to make beef barley soup with them thar bones.  I also added  two chopped up salisbury steaks.  I also added cauliflower, onions, carrots, peppers, mushrooms and zucchini. I have been forced to use better than bouillon cuz my oxo isn't anymore, and its the best soup I have ever made!  I have eaten two bowls now and I am stuffed!

Now its later afternoon.  I am going onto a bit of a ramble here.  I just want to say I LOVE my kitchen.  Over the many many places I have lived in since becoming an adult...this one is nearly, if not, perfect.  In home ec we learned about the ergo dynamics of a perfect kitchen.  And basically the perfect kitchen is a one step bake a cake kitchen.

I have had kitchens the size of Vancouver Island.  You get such a work out making the simplest thing, you actually lose weight.  Oh, they seem lovely...you know the whole family can be in the kitchen with you (like who the hell actually wants that for real?), guests can come in and chit chat (you know, while you are trying to think out that perfect recipe).

Then you get those teensy tiny kitchens where you end up stacking shit all over the floor because there is no counter space.  Doing dishes in those kitchens (you know they simply don't have room for a dishwasher) is a nightmare.  Actually you end up washing a dish, then immediately drying it, then running out to the garage to put it away because there isn't room in the one cupboard you DO have.

Then you get the not too bad a size kitchen...a doable one.  But some idiot puts a giant island in the middle of it.  So when its time to cook dinner you have to sprint around to the sink, then back to the fridge and around the other side to the stove.  Whose brilliant idea was it that an island is a good one?  And holy hell....the stuff that gets thrown on an island is crazy...homework, backpacks, coats, briefcases, folded laundry etc....

So now we come to the perfect kitchen.  Mine.  I proved that today.  I made three different messy things and I cleaned the kitchen after each, easily and quickly.  If my kitchen was giant...I wouldn't have.  There would have been room to keep going and I would have a massive huge clean up at the end.  If the kitchen had been teensy, well I wouldn't even have tried to cook even one thing, too many trips to the garage.  And if I had an island kitchen, geez, my island would have been covered in layers of crap.

But my kitchen is perfect.  Two sided, everything within reach, the stove, fridge, sink triangle is perfect. Just enough counter space to make it easy.  And the messes are so fast and easy to clean.  I love it.

Enough.  I go now.  TTYL