In my first hour and a half of wakefulness this morning I had breakfast, cooked rice, started a recipe of rice pudding in the crock pot, halved and scraped two baby pumpkins, put the aforementioned pumpkins in the convection oven to roast, loaded the dishwasher, and hand washed the dishes needing that.
And, my kitchen is a mess.
Actually, since I've started cooking, the kitchen is always a bit cluttered and messy.
I simply could not abide that.
Crumbs, food bits, sticky spots. Ewwww. No way.
But, it is messy.
Dishes draining. Butter softening. Pudding cooking. Pumpkins roasting. Recipes standing ready.
My kitchen is a mess of verbs.
That's probably what makes it tolerable. If it were a nounly mess, I think I'd go ballistic.
I suspect that when my spouse wakes up, he'll just see nouns. Lots of 'em. All over the place.
But, when he smells the pumpkin and tastes the pudding, maybe he'll embrace the verbs. And help me tidy up some of the nouns.