Fact: I’ve turned into a cooking machine.
I mentioned my new mechanized status to a friend at church on Sunday. “You should see the piles of food we go through,” I said. “It’s crazy!”
My friend leveled his eye at me. “You could have stopped with one, you know.”
“Good one,” I said. “Way to shut me up.”
Saturday noon, we had a crowd: our family, plus my nieces and nephew, a college student, and Melissa. At the stove, loading up plates with lentils and rice and green beans, I had to keep reaching for more dishes. Finally, I turned around to survey the room. “How many people are here anyway, huh?”
I’m pretty much in my glory, cooking for all these people. I explained to one of my friends that I like the hubbub. It makes me feel necessary. She wrote back, “Hubbub makes me sink down and grope feebly for my smelling salts.” As they say, to each her own!
Here’s a peek at my kitchen hubbub:
Did you know that September is National Rice Month?
And did you know that rice cookers are awesome?
What’s happening in your kitchen?