CLEANING THE KITCHEN WITH ADHD
Wake with a sense of purpose and realize you have a carnival ticket to clean your kitchen, redeemable this morning and this morning only. (Thank you creator of the spoons vs carnival tickets analogy. I wish tumblr's tagging system worked so I could link to your post).
Scan the kitchen and see the baby golden potatoes that will go bad if not used this weekend.
Decide to roast the potatoes! (This will be quick and easy: preheat oven, rub with melted butter, salt, pepper, rosemary. Do something else for an hour and theyll be done!)
Decide to prep my mise en place.
Hmm. Want large flake kosher salt, but the shaker has replaced by regular table salt.
Choose not to investigate this crime and focus on the mission: getting potatoes out of the way so kitchen can be clean!
Hmm. Obviously I can't throw out even the small amount of salt left in the container, because what if my great-grandmother who survived the Dust Bowl and Great Depression is watching? (She is. Which reminds me, I need to scrape the butter paper that's on the counter before I can throw it away. Love you, Mam-Mom.)
Ahah! I'll refill the tiny glass salt shaker we never use, thus freeing up the large shaker for Correct Salt.
Hmm. Small glass shaker is a bit too small. But I've have an antique green glass medicine bottle labeled NOT TO BE TAKEN for a decade, and the salt shaker top fits it!
The oven is now preheated.
Decide it would be funny to relabel new salt shaker to look like a relabeled vial of poison.
Spend 20 minutes crafting it just so.
The kitchen is starting to get warm and the potatoes aren't even sliced.
Go to slice the potatoes and realize all my knives are dull.
Look for ancient family sharpening stone. Cannot find.
Remember that ex left an electric sharpener.
Toss kitchen until I find the sharpener.
I do not know how to use an electric sharpener, especially a fancy one with 4 slots.
Watch a YouTube video until I feel confident I won't fuck up my knives.
Sharpen all the knives even though I need only one.
Before salting, decide to take pictures of the new "poison" salt shaker.
Congratulate myself for not stopping to edit the photos until the potatoes are in the oven. Oh yeah, I'm killing it today. Executives are functioning!
Now I have the salt. Time for pepper.
Hmm. Do I still have that jar of pink peppercorns?
Pull out every spice to find the pink peppercorns! Yes!
Remember my ex broke my pestle and never replaced it.
Hmm. Need to crush the peppercorns. Jury-rig a mortar and pestle using a Mason jar and its lid. Good enough!
Reach for dried rosemary. Remember that there's still a small rosemary bush in the backyard.
Take a knife out to gather rosemary sprigs, muttering thanks and a promise to keep it watered during the worst of the upcoming Texas summer.
Roughly chop the rosemary and toss it with the salt and pepper.
Arrange the potatoes on the parchment paper on the baking sheet.
Pop them in the oven and set the timer.
Realize my back hurts and I'm sleepy. Time to take a break!
Look around the kitchen with satisfaction.
The potatoes are no longer on the counter.
Instead there is a butter wrapper waiting to be scraped, detritus from my makeshift mortar and pestle, every spice jar I own, two glass bowls, an electric knife sharpener, knives (both clean and dirty), and a half-empty box of blueberries I'd been snacking on.
Make this tumblr post instead of cleaning up after myself bc now the kitchen is overwhelming.
This counts as a productive morning with ADHD.
Oh well. At least I have potatoes. And a new salt shaker.