What happens in my kitchen …

Greetings, chicklets! Arlene here, the newest to join the fold.

Since we don’t know each other very well yet, I thought I’d introduce myself by way of some of the things that happen in my kitchen.

On any given day, several things are pretty much guaranteed to be going on:

The cleanup never ends.

— I will have a sink full of dirty dishes. The house has a dishwasher, but I rarely use it. Some things, like plastic storage containers, I’d rather wash by hand. (The dishwasher leaves behind a crusty white film on them.) There’s also the problem of timing: I hate to discover something I need is sitting in the dishwasher, waiting to be run.

At least my roommate and I no longer have the problem we had in our first Arizona apartment. We ran the dishwasher there so infrequently that I think we left a few dishes behind when we moved out.

Always right in the thick of things …

— I’ll be dodging a dog … or three. My Cocoa is pretty good about staying in the living room unless I call her to come in for veggie scraps. The roommates’ Cinnamon, however, loves to be right underfoot — meaning I frequently have to play dodge the dog.

To compound the canine conundrum, they just got a new puppy, Moose (whom I’ve been lobbying to rename Mousse, in keeping with the dogs-with-food-names thing). He, too, spends the bulk of his time placing himself smack-dab in the middle of my path. Too bad avoiding doggie trip hazards doesn’t burn a few extra calories.

A little too ripe, don’t you think?

— Bananas will be over-ripening. Whether I buy three or ten bananas at a time, I never manage to get through them before they turn too brown for my liking.

Pre-Atkins, I’d have wasted no time whipping those suckers into banana nut bread. The recipe I inherited from my mom is superb. Of course, I didn’t even buy bananas when I was on a low-carb diet. (Bananas are the highest-carb fruit, with 21+ grams of carbs in a small one.)

Now that I’m trying to follow a paleo diet (with more success some days than others), bananas are just fine — but flour and sugar are out. Some of these really brown bananas make their way into two-ingredient pancakes (one large egg, one small banana). More often, I throw them in the freezer so I can turn them into banana ice cream. I understand that’s still an untried food here in Chicklet-land — but it won’t be for long.

Sausage and veggie patties or beef and veggie patties? Only one way to find out …

— I’ll probably be sniffing the leftovers. I admit, oftentimes I sniff to see if whatever it is still smells edible. As busy as I am, things tend to hang out in my fridge too long.

But last week, I performed the sniff test for a completely different reason. I made sausage patties with sweet potatoes and apples one day and beef patties with onion, carrot and zucchini the next. Foolishly, I put them in identical containers. Smell was the only way I could think of to tell them apart.

After I took a big whiff of each one, I did a double take and asked, “Did I just do that?” The answer was yes. Yes, I totally sniffed my leftovers — and I’d do it again. Sometimes it’s the only way to tell what you’re eating.

That’s a sampling of what goes on whenever I take to the kitchen.

How about you? Any pets (or children) constantly underfoot? Do you sniff your leftovers — and why?

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8 thoughts on “What happens in my kitchen …

  1. Pingback: What I didn’t eat … « Adventures in weight loss, cooking and life

  2. I totally play dodge the dog in my kitchen! And I wanted to name her Caramel (she’s a yellow lab) which would have fit right in with Cinnamon, Cocoa, and Mousse. Alas, my family decided on Carrie instead.

    I also play dodge the hungry children. It doesn’t matter if I just fed them.

    Welcome aboard, Arlene! I look forward to hearing more about your kitchen.

  3. I’m glad to be here.

    I believe Cinnamon is a yellow lab, too. (Since she’s my roommate’s dog, I can never quite remember.) My Cocoa is a mutt, rescued from the Navajo Reservation near Winslow.

    Not going to cop to sniffing the leftovers, eh? 😉

  4. Hi, Arlene! Yes, I’m usually dodging children…and cats. My toddler loves to watch me cook, and is right at thigh-height. The other two, older kids, are usually chasing each other with a fake sword or something. And Mimi (one of our cats) likes to ask for attention at the most inopportune times. She’ll flop on her back in the middle of the floor with her legs in the air, inviting a belly rub. I nearly fall over at least a dozen times while I make a meal.

    But I love being in the kitchen. It’s the center of our family activity. Great post, Arlene! 🙂

  5. Hi, Arlene! I’m so glad you’ve joined the Chicklets!!!

    I love your kitchen happenings! It sounds like we have a lot in common (except I’m exceptionally fond of my dishwasher).

    Our Chihuahua, Pinto Beanie (he’s brindled and looked just like one when he was a tiny pup), is always under foot – everywhere I go – and he knows if I’m sticking my head in the fridge to sniff leftovers he’s more than likely going to get a bite of the good stuff. 😉

    What does paleo mean?

    • Pinto Beanie is a great name for a dog!

      The paleo (shortened from paleolithic) diet is also sometimes called the “caveman” diet. No grains, no dairy, no legumes, no table sugar (honey is OK in some versions). The argument is that those things, which were added to the human diet relatively recently when we turned to farming and away from hunting/gathering, cause disease and obesity.

      I’m not totally convinced, which is why I haven’t been able to give up the lattes and Frappuccinos. But I did lose about 10 pounds in a month while doing the Whole30 (which is paleo on steroids).

      Some good reading on the subject: Robb Wolf’s “The Paleo Solution: The Original Human Diet” and “It Starts with Food” by Dallas and Melissa Hartwig (creators of the Whole30). They explain much better than I can.

      • If you eat mostly meat, that’s a diet I could really love. 🙂 I’ll look up those books and see if I could stick with such a plan.

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