Temper Tantrum in the Kitchen
No, it wasn’t one of the kids. Wasn’t hubby. Me. I don’t know what’s worse, not knowing your way around a kitchen and getting frustrated, or in my case last night, knowing my way just fine but being unable to accomplish something that should in every right be perfectly achievable. I was working with pastry which is annoying as it is, but with kids mucking up when supposedly asleep, trying to contain a mixture too wet and runny into the pastry was getting the better of me. There was swearing, pastry punching, and threats to the children to be quiet or else. Usually when I lose my cool in the kitchen – yes it has happened (many times) before – I can’t help but take my anger out on the poor unsuspecting food. Last night was no different and I was ramming my fingers pretty hard in around the edges to fold the pastry parcels. As it turned out, the harder I pinched it the more secure it became. Sentences began with ‘you stupid bloody puff just…” and finished with “… oh, that actually doesn’t look too bad, I can use this”.
Perhaps the motivation behind the trying of something so challenging leading to kitchen temper tantrums lies in my husband’s actions. Once again it is his fault (of course). Normally he and I share the cooking around 50/50 unless either one of us is snowed under and can’t manage. Well he built a deck out the back of our place from October – December last year and he was so thoughtless (in making our backyard look spectacular) leaving me with 100% of the meal preparations. It would appear that the more often I have to cook, the lower the quality and variation! Not a great deal of excitement in dinners for a while, but now that hubs is back on form I actually have the mind space to think about what I’m doing, what I’m planning and what I’ve been wanting to cook for a while. Yep. Totally his fault that I tried something new and threw a big wobbly of toddler proportions, lucky for us all, the experiment was a success in the end, recipe to come next week.