the mystery and wonder of kitchen utensils

Let’s discuss kitcheny things, shall we? My mom is an amazing chef. She sometimes teaches cooking classes, and has a myriad of different experiences in the industry. I’m not sure if she realizes what a sub-par cook I am (well, now she might – hi mom!). Regardless, we have done the “I’m gonna teach you how to cook, girl!” thing a few times. Recently it’s changed into “you should learn a few go-to recipes.” I’m sure soon it will be “don’t be afraid, girl! It’s just a piece of chicken.”

Besides patiently telling reminding me how to bake a potato when I call, she also buys me a lot of cool gadgets. This rolly thing that takes the outside of a garlic clove off. An ove glove. A mood ring meat thermometer (no numbers, just colors!).  So the world’s tiniest kitchen is pretty tricked out. Unfortunately, I’m not even sure how to use half of these things correctly. Besides – a lot of gadgets minus a dishwasher = a lot of bummer house work.

So thanks for all the cool stuff, mom! I really do appreciate everything. But today I used a ladle to eat cereal and flip a grilled cheese.

(spoiler alert: I burned one of them)

who still needs to get me a christmas present?

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