Yesterday something truly amazing happened in the life of this here Housewife Extraordinaire. I discovered something so spectacular while it was happening I could not believe I had never done it before but then I could believe it because I hate washing pots.
Pots are such a pain in the ass. They are big and awkward and even if you rinse them right when you use them they still have stains or you miss something. Sometimes all the pots in the whole apartment are dirty because I hate washing them so much I strike out against them and they sit there laughing at me because THEY KNOW the longer I leave them the harder they are to clean. Stupid pots.
I always wash the pots last because my disdain for them runs so deep. But by the time I am through all the other dishes I generally look at the pots and just think- next time, I’ll wash them next time, if Adam needs one he can wash it he is stronger and can wash one faster anyway- I find any excuse possible to leave them. If I could send them out to be cleaned, I would.
Yesterday while doing my wifely duties I looked at those pots. All of them, the whole set and thought fuck it, maybe I’ll wash them first instead of in my obsessive compulsive ORDER of glasses, mugs, then small plates then bowls, (silverware can be washed at any point before I change the water over) at this point I generally do a water change over and it is onto big plates anything else NOT pots and not super dirty like say the juice jug or the pasta strainer and THEN I wash the pots. We have a grill as well, I can’t even go there. Anyway, I washed the pots first and then I changed the water over and started on the glasses and it was LIKE the pots did not even exist it was AWESOME. BUT I still hate pots.
This post has been brought to you by ‘Lagostina’ pots.
