I fucking love...
Cooking- I'm not a terribly good cook. Thanks to years of practice, though, I can successfully make food warmer, and there's something wholly satisfying about that. Aside from being able to season food to taste, I feel like cooking satisfies some deep, primal instinct. I know "they" say that things are more satisfying when you work for them, but I feel like preparing your own food goes beyond that. Ever since the first apes discovered fire I feel like part of mankind has had a permanent hard-on for food preparation. There's something so raw and constructive about taking unprocessed ingredients and beating them into submission with a cutting board and frying pan that it makes me feel like my hairy ancestors are smiling up at me from cave-man hell. Also, directly working for my meals also makes me feel like less of a lazy shit for stuffing my face and passing out afterward.But I still fucking hate...
Cleaning up the messes I make- While I realize this phrase pretty much relates to my whole life, I specifically hate doing dishes. I've worked in kitchens since I was 16, so I can say with all modesty that I clean a mean plate. I can also say with all certainty that I fucking hate doing so. I'm not squeamish about touching old food either, mine or other people's, I just hate washing cookware for a reason I can't quite put my finger on. I think it's that I hate getting both dirty and wet simultaneously. I'm fine with either one on their own, but mix them together and I feel like my entire day is ruined. That and food waste often smells horrible. Leave any small amount of food anywhere and the stink of its decay will haunt you to your grave. Maybe I'm just overly messy with my preparation, but I've had kitchens wind up stinking so bad with the ghosts of dinners past that no amount of baking soda could cleanse them. I'm certainly not going to stop eating though, just because of a few terrible odors. I guess we all have our demons to live with.
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