I made a promise to myself, firs thing today. I'll tell you about it in a moment, but before we go there, I have to tell you about the soup I made for dinner last night. It was the usual: diced onions sauteed with carrots, etc., then whatever leftovers are cluttering up the refrigerator plus a couple cups of my homemade broth and hey presto! Dinner's ready.
Last night I got distracted between steps 1 and 2. The onions and carrots edged past carmelized to a golden brown and were verging on black before I yanked the pot off the burner, poured in some water to cool things down and stirred like crazy. I was just barely in time to salvage to lot. The soup had a slightly toasty flavour that wasn't part of the plan, but oh well. The scorched soup-pot wasn't part of the plan either, but there it was.
It was still there when I blundered into the kitchen first thing today, which brings us up to the promise I mentioned above.
Remember that List of Things That Make Me Happy that I wrote about a week or two ago? Another thing that lifts my heart would be a clean and tidy house" but I'm sorry to say someone around here has been slacking off lately. You know who I mean. Who else left a mucky saucepan in the sink overnight? Mea culpa. Time to pull up my homemaker's socks, starting today.
I learned a long time ago, from that doyenne of the tidy home, Marla Cilley, aka FlyLady, that the way to get a grip on the housework is clean the sink. It was time to do the dishes, and I mean, do the whole job: Wash the dishes, dry and put them away, including that darned blackened soup-pot.
Despite its temporarily dissheveled state, this piece of cookware is a favourite. I've had it for 30 years or more. It's the perfect size and weight for simmering soups and sauces. After all these years, it has a few marks and scratches that simply can't be scrubbed away. Believe me, I've tried, especially after near-disasters like last night.
It was the last item into the dishpan this morning, and it took a fresh squirt of dishsoap, a brand new scrubbie and a goodly amount of elbow-grease before it was reasonably clean. I gave it a good rinse and propped it in the rack to drip for a minute while I emptied the dishpan.
I finished shining the sink and got out a fresh clean dishtowel to tackled my least-favourite task, drying the dishes. The soup-pot was first.
Pride goeth before a fall....
"What a good job i did!" I congratulated myself. "It hasn't been this well-scrubbed in a long time."
I must have been tempting fate. The handle of the pot slid through my hand like water, and the next thing I knew ...
My favourite good old soup-making pot lay shattered at my feet.
I was furious with myself. I was angry, I was ashamed. How could I be so clumsy? My favourite saucepan, gone! What a loss! What would I do without it? And then ....
To my astonishment, as quickly as they'd arisen, the uncomfortable feelings disappeared. Poof, gone.
The anger, shame, grief, etc., dissipated like so much vapor. Instead of feeling peeved, grieved and annoyed, I suddenly felt quite delighted!
The destruction of that old, stained, scratched-up piece of well-used cookware means I can replace it! After 30 years, I'd say it's abot beeping time! I can see the new one in my mind's eye: Heavy stainless steel, with trendy, slightly bulgy sides, it will be the latest thing in cookware. And, since my tax-return check showed up a day or so ago, cost is not an issue. I'm excited about going shopping and finding just what I want.
The Big Question is, Why did my mind switch so quickly from loss and regret to excitement and happiness? I believe it's a direct result of consciously choosing to feel happy, over and over again, until Happiness becomes a default operating system. I was hoping this would happen - but I sure I didn't expect that dropping a pot would be the proof.