My infatuation with kitchen gadgets: Two weeks ago I vowed I would cease my stay-at-home-parenting failure: I would start cooking. Enter an addiction to all things kitchen related.
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Those who know me are very confused right about now, because cooking and shopping are two things I used to detest.
They say admitting you have a problem is the first way to fix the issue.
I confessed a few weeks ago about how my complete lack of cooking made me a parenting failure.
I asked for help.
My readers came out in droves with recipes and suggestions. It was absolutely amazing.
So I am here to admit to a new problem.
I am a kitchen-gadget-shopaholic.
I can’t stop.
It should be noted my kitchen is already well-stocked in the cool gadget department, mostly from gifts and things required to replicate a few favorite recipes.
I still can’t stop.
Granted, I see a need for most of these things. Never mind I did not require them before.
I want to keep cooking. I want to make it a habit.
To do that, I need to make cooking as easy as possible.
I see the egg slicer and must have it. It does not matter I have yet to pick a recipe that calls for this.
Why did I buy it? Because it also says it works great for mushrooms and I really want to incorporate those into our diet.
I needed another “deep fry pan”. At least, I think that’s what they call it.
I had no idea, I just knew I needed two pans of massive size so I could simmer multiple recipes at once during my cooking marathons.
I really want a dutch oven.
I didn’t even know what one was two weeks ago.
But I want the best. The one least likely to screw up all of my hard work.
I Googled “dutch ovens”.
I found the highest rated and looked at the prices.
You have to be frakking kidding me?!
Normally my practical side kicks in about now and screams, “NO!”
Because they do have a lifetime warranty.
You can serve dinner in the pot, saving use of another dish to wash.
They are supposedly awesome.
I just haven’t made it to the outlet mall that carries them yet. Barring success there, I will return to Google and order one.
I have also acquired a huge lasagna pan, more stirring utensils unable to damage my non-stick coated pots, a really sharp knife, more baking pans so I can freeze meals in my mother-in-law’s freezer (as mine still does not work), a holder to hold these utensils, a new rice cooker, more measuring items – the list goes on.
I really want a great mixer that isn’t handheld now. And more awesome knives for prep work.
I actually had to reorganize my cupboards so I could fit everything in place.
That’s good. Right?
Still, what the frak is up with my addiction?
Have you ever found yourself addicted to something very uncharacteristic and gone, “What the frak?”