Why I Don't Cook

Do you see that? Do you see how amazingly tiny my sink is?!! I can't stand that mess man!! It already bothers me that I don't have a dishwasher after 20 years of hand-free dish washing, but this sink just puts me over the edge. I've been living in this apartment for a minute, but the longer I live here, the more enfuriated I become with this metal hole.

This is the precise reason why I don't cook. As most of you know, when you throw down in the kitchen, you tend to use a your fair share of cooking utensils, dishes and mixing bowls. For example, if I wanted to make cornbread, bake some nicely seasoned chicken breast, steam a head of broccoli, and whip up a side of wild rice, I would need the following:

1 bowl

spoon for stirring

baking pan

cutting board

knife

casserole dish

steamer

medium sized pot

(did I miss anything)

Now look at the picture above again... Go ahead. I'll wait a minute...

Do you see a problem here? Do you see my dilemma? There's no way that I could fit a casserole dish AND a medium sized pot in that sorry excuse for a sink, let alone the rest of the dirty dishes. Some might say, well why don't you just wash each dish one at a time? Hmm. That would sound like a viable option wouldn't it? Well check this out. To match the dollhouse sink, I have a dollhouse kitchen with one dollhouse-sized counter. I promise you that there is NO ROOM to maneauver those dishes the way one needs to after cooking a nice-sized meal.

But in an effort to be a big girl instead of a lazy cry baby, I sucked it up and made a nice dinner last night. When I was done, and it was time to clean the kitchen and wash the dishes, a wave of fear consumed me as the sink took on a life of its own and spit up its full contents (a plate, 1 pot, and a bowl) all over the floor. I don't know if I accidentally bumped something or what. But it wasn't a pretty sight. And I have to tell you, I was traumatized!!! =(

So what's my solution? Yep. You guessed it. DON'T COOK! Until I move and have the kitchen of my dreams, I'm done. No more cooking. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Marie Callendar dinners are it for me.

Dah well!!!