I walked out of my office excited, having just created a new recipe and couldn’t wait to try it out. I stepped into the kitchen, recipe in hand, and groaned. How can I work in here? Don’t get me wrong, as a germaphobe my kitchen is spotless. Usually I’m organized. However, my kitchen definitely is not!
I look to the right and remember how I was determined the other day to put my spices in alphabetical order. How many times have I stood in front of this pantry trying to find my spice and then proceed to from the back of shelf to the front after not finding? The cycles continuing until I finally find my spice.
I continued to scrutinize my pantry. The shelves, oh the shelves, full of ingredients was in no order at all. Well, maybe just a tad in order. I knew some of the groups of the disheveled pantry. Snacks were on one shelf, in no particular order. Pasta to the right of another shelf, with some rice mixed in there. There were juices for cooking and bartending on the top and bottom shelves. I had multiple jars of vegetables, tomato sauces, broth, salsas, and who knows what else scattered all around.
Then I open all my cabinet doors. These poor cabinets! I put all my kitchen tools, slow cooker, canning jars, mixer, and everything else in a haphazard way when I unboxed them. It is so disorganized that I wanted to turn and run out and say, “Okay. That’s it. I want a bigger kitchen. I need to find a new place to allow my creativity to blossom. Just don’t make me go back in that mind-numbingingly dysfunctional kitchen.”
Then I thought that’s not going to work, I can’t just up and move. I decided to get to work.
First came my cabinets. I put all the things I don’t use often in them so that I wouldn’t have to bend down every time I was looking for something, or get a step stool to pull something from the top.
Next came the pantry. I took everything out. I replaced shelf paper and decided what was going where. I organized it so it made sense to me and would be easy to find what I was looking for. All my ingredients went in groupings and I am determined when I take something out, it will go right back to where I got it.
After my work, I take a step back to survey and feel like I can breathe, create, and cook again. Everything has a place, and everything is in its place. No disheveled shelves here. Hopefully I will keep my kitchen organized like everything else I do in life because I really don’t want to go through this again.
Until next time do what Chef Dina does: make life a delicacy!