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It seems everything gets a bit less as the years roll by. Our strides with Milo are shorter now, as when, for example, I was marching up the Austrian Dolomites so many years ago. Of course I never took any measurements of my strides then nor will I resort to it now.
It is the same with intake of food. Our meals are shorter in that they are smaller now. From the huge plates of yesteryear, laden with heavy clay spuds, sprouts and massive steaks, we now eat a miniscule little baby beetroot with single small Dutch carrot and a single sad eyed sardine. The plates are smaller and those big plates are only taken out when the grandsons are over with their noisy enormous 3 kilo potatoes appetites.
Yes, it has all become so much less or smaller. Even noise is getting less. It is rare to have loud music blaring out or TV on without watching. I have noticed that it seems to be quite acceptable for the younger generation to have the TV on or loud radio cackle without watching the TV or listening to the sounds. It is more or less something that appears to give some meaning to their lives, almost as if the noise confirms they are really living and whooping it up, just like everybody else.
Anyway, whatever the pro-s and con-s, (more cons) of modern life, within our duopoly of domesticity a rather peaceful era has arrived and we love it. We are sometimes still invited to a sleep-over at our children or friends but we rarely accept. It means we often scurry back, in the hollow of the night (now with the new foot-rest car), to our own nest and throw ourselves down on the newly stuffed divan, utterly content with our own abode. No noise, no TV chatter, just us. How lovely. How much better can this get?
With all the diminution of those superfluous materials in our lives and a concentration on quality rather than quantity we seem to be somewhat burdened by having things we never use. Cupboards are filled with too much. So many spoons and forks are rattling in drawers, not too speak of cork screws, bottle openers, ladles, swirly things and other cooking implements. We have a round saucepan made of granite or stone given to us years ago. A thing you pre-heat in the oven and then you can cook something in it afterwards. Why stone? Apparently some obscure tribe in Papua or Tibet use that form of cooking. We have never used it.
We have so many saucepans. One is so huge, I can’t remember we ever cooked for the army or orphanages. It has a large handle and on the opposite side a smaller handle as well. You can only lift it by using two strong arms and that is without food cooked in it. With food cooked in it I have to stand on a chair for extra leverage and need Helvi’s aid as well.
With the weather warming I prefer to cook outside. It is so nice to wake up not to the smell of fried onions. I have a super duper barbeque with Teflon hot plate and stainless steel burners. Late in the afternoon, I slice potatoes and Helvi makes some top side grass fed Angus cow meat patties. With that a variety of vegetables, all in miniscule portions and I barbeque like mad. Not a single saucepan gets used.
In the meantime our cupboards are groaning with all our past cooking machinery and implements. Stainless steel saucepans. Cast iron saucepans. Teflon saucepans. Ribbed saucepans (cast Iron) to give that ribbed look on the salmon or sole. They are all resting there in our cupboards waiting for heat, food, but above all for the human touch to be taken out and used once more again. They live in hope!
Perhaps it will happen at this year’s Christmas.
Tags: Angus cows, Christmas, Papua, Teflon, Tibet
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Therese Trouserzoff said:
FM has the remnants of ginormous dinner parties of a bygone age – including an 8 seater dining table that’s so big it might be impossible to remove in one piece. We’ve done a couple of culls in the kitchen – precisely for the reasons you say. But I think the reality is that in Inner West Cyberia, good cooking is everywhere and even the basic utensils in our kitchen are lightly used. As they say, there’s a time for everything under heaven. I wonder whether the Emmlets will even bother having a kitchen in their places.
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lindyp said:
Sounds like some yummy cooking going on at the barbecue-the aroma is coming through cyberspace -heavenly -even though I don’t partake of anything with a face larger than a prawn.
When I moved into my present abode over 2 years ago I got rid of everything that would take up needless room -I live in a tiny space. I have 4 knives, forks etc., 4 plates , one frypan ,a steamer,a microwave ,a hot plate , and a small toaster oven in which I can cook anything from banana cake to roast veg. My plastic bowls are all from op shops and the other day I even found a wine rack for $4 ! This sits neatly under my table so I don’t trip over it . My other extravagance is drawing paper which I like to ‘prime’ before using so have invested in a tin of ceiling white -does the job.
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, it is certainly uplifting to get rid of stuff. I used to prime my canvasses with ceiling PVA paint as well. You must be a creative person lindyp. Perhaps you might like to show some of your work here!
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vivienne29 said:
Hang on. I think I know the real situation. You and Helvi are collectors! It’s a collection – like stamps, antiques or teaspoons. Except they’re saucepans. More useful than empty beer cans from around the world.
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vivienne29 said:
I understand your dilemma Gerard. Though, it seems you might have forgotten to toss out saucepans along the way (in case they came in handy!) and kept buying new stuff. Possibly the same goes for utensils. After 40 years you are way overdue for a massive cleanout. You have to part with the stuff and the pots and pans could go to your local op shop. When you do it – the two of you – you will feel better and uncluttered and the bottoms of the drawers will not keep falling apart. PS – you might even find something useful you forgot you had!
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, you are right. Many trips to Father Riley and Vinnies. It has come to that now. Right now cooking on the Teflon Barbque, sliced spuds marinated in cumin and turmeric, mushrooms, and … at the very end…salmon cutlets. (on the ribbed part of the plate.)
We thought we got rid of a lot when leaving the farm, but we still find stuff we haven’t used. I think a lot of stuff gets collected by stealth, a bit at a time, till we discover it all is getting a bit much. H. disagrees with that and reckons we have just the basics..
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Big M said:
I remember helping a mate clean up his house, just prior to having a home wedding. We had a couple of boxes of kitchenware, including an unused fondue set (previous wedding present), pots without lids, lids without pans, odd crockery, etc. We were just about to toss it in the trailer, and bolt to the tip, when his missus spied the boxes. “Thanks for packaging that up, you can bring it all up to the kitchen!’
Aaaaghhhh!
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gerard oosterman said:
Yes, we have so many saucers all piled up in stack so high that it is swaying as I walk past. I have given up trying to persuade H to give them away. “”Ah, we will give them to our daughter or grandsons, she says.”” Yes, but they already coping with swaying stacks of saucers”, I reply.
Just do the washing up, she then says.
It is all so unfair.
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helvityni said:
You just leave my French cooking utensils well alone, the biggest one cost me $400.00…
My German Artsberg plates break finally, so stacking extra Italian plates in the Garage is quite OK…
I was perfectly happy in our Holden diesel driven Cruze, who is the one who wanted go French and pay extra money to get a Peugeot, not me. I have gotten rid of anything cheap and lid-less years ago, so eff-off Mr Oo…
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gerard oosterman said:
Oo, I am sulking now, drowning my sorrows in Australian Chenin Blanc. ( to go with the salmon)
Sorry to you all for the Dutch carrot. It won’t happen again.
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hph said:
🙂 🙂 I didn’t watch a marx-brothers movie for a long time. 🙂
Thanks for the laugh…
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Big M said:
I didn’t intend to start a domestic….
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Big M said:
Should I get Mr Merv to send round the pleece???
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gerard oosterman said:
Depends Big M, sometimes it takes the vice-squad to sort us out. 😉
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hph said:
The kind of stuff where crash helmets just might come in handy. Flying saucers, flying pans…. In my case I don’t need one; I know how to duck faster then a flying object.
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Big M said:
Sorry, I was away for a while, cooking ‘her’ chicken skewers on ‘my’ bbq, plus some steak for the men, plus some beers, wine…you get the idea!
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helvityni said:
Big M, whenever we are having our twelve dollar pub lunch, Oo orders a steak and I have a chicken dish; sometimes the steak is good, sometimes sinewy, tough, over-cooked; my chicken is always good..
If the man HAS to have meat, then don’t complain if it is not right…have something safe like women do, like I do, have some chicken…
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Big M said:
Yes, H, we shared the beef and the chicken, regardless of gender. Some had wine, some had beer, it all worked out in the end!
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