People often say to me,
"You're SO lucky your kids can cook!"
They seem to think it was a genetic disposition
that brought my kids into the kitchen
to cook and create,
dream and destroy.
I don't always get credit for teaching them,
wiping up after them,
forfeiting my right to have any set of glasses longer than two years,
and committing to about one half hour of cleaning
for each 15 minutes they spend cooking.
had nothing to do with it.
It was patience,
mixed in with a lot of tongue-biting,
stirring in a little eye rolling,
folding all ingredients together with love.
Maybe I should have kept these drip pans
to give to the next person
who wants to tell me how
They looked this good in October,
a few months old.
I tried scrubbing them.
It was a waste of time.
I didn't want to spend the money to replace them
after only a few months,
I looked at this for months.
I was SO excited to discover enamel drip pans in Target
They were a little more expensive,
but I thought they would be worth it.
They're still dirty,
but not rusty,
and are not impossible to clean.
The enamel is slightly damaged in this one already,
but it doesn't show up very much.
Why do I take this abuse?
Because I don't have to cook
the Thanksgiving meal,
or buy Krispy Kreme Donuts
or make breakfast anymore.
We like to challenge people to
"count the cost."
So, I can cook less,
but buy new drip pans more?
Sounds like a bargain to me!