The results of a good hanging
Jan. 27th, 2014 04:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceToday I took delivery of more hooks for my pot rack (Cuisinart rather than Calphalon, because I could get six for barely more than the price of one, and they are just as hooky) and ordered more yet, more as a precaution against future need than actual I-still-need-extra-hookiness-right-now.
In consequence of this and the ongoing over-the-door spice racking adventures (and no, before you ask: I have not hung my pots in alphabetical order; my pots do not have names*) - well, we know it won't last, but at the moment I have actual unused space in my kitchen. I have counter space, I have cupboard space; heavens to Betsy, I even have drawer-space for this little while. I keep looking at things and thinking, "You know, that could perfectly well go into a drawer..."
So yes, there is a slow but thorough reorganisation going on. Speak it softly, but I am enjoying this. Putting things away and being tidy, creating order. It's most unusual.
In other ongoing kitchen news, you remember the dough that I catastrophised on Saturday, mixing in the wrong kind of yeast in the wrong way? Well, I didn't throw it away, because wastage. Instead I sealed it inimperishable crystal to be an heirloom of my house Tupperware and stuck it in the fridge. This morning I took it out, and lo, it had arisen, as I rather suspected that it might. Still felt granular, though, so I put it in the mixer and gave it a good kneading; and lo, the grains had been sufficiently hydrated by time in a damp environment, and they did go away. And they did leave me with quite the nastiest, stickiest dough I've ever handled, which no way was it going to form rolls or even a regular loaf; so I pretended it was ciabatta dough, and laid it out on a floured tray and baked it. I have no idea how it will come out, for ciabatta is a lean and slippered dough where this is rich with eggs and butter and buttermilk; I guess we'll find out tonight, when I try it on whoever turns up for dinner.
EtA: It looks okay, though:
*The pot rack has a name, but that is a consequence of mass silliness rather than sober solitary reflection.
In consequence of this and the ongoing over-the-door spice racking adventures (and no, before you ask: I have not hung my pots in alphabetical order; my pots do not have names*) - well, we know it won't last, but at the moment I have actual unused space in my kitchen. I have counter space, I have cupboard space; heavens to Betsy, I even have drawer-space for this little while. I keep looking at things and thinking, "You know, that could perfectly well go into a drawer..."
So yes, there is a slow but thorough reorganisation going on. Speak it softly, but I am enjoying this. Putting things away and being tidy, creating order. It's most unusual.
In other ongoing kitchen news, you remember the dough that I catastrophised on Saturday, mixing in the wrong kind of yeast in the wrong way? Well, I didn't throw it away, because wastage. Instead I sealed it in
EtA: It looks okay, though:
*The pot rack has a name, but that is a consequence of mass silliness rather than sober solitary reflection.
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Date: 2014-01-28 02:22 am (UTC)