My husband is the kind of neat freak who, when not otherwise occupied, loves to do things like change the furniture arrangements. (Can you tell I hate having furniture moved.) He’s also one to neaten cabinets and go through closets and tidy books on their shelves. Hey: I am all for clean, but please leave my pantry and kitchen alone! And mostly he listens, but sometimes he can’t help himself. He tidied my pantry this week and I am truly going mad trying to find things.
(Please, someone send him a commission soon so he gets out of my hair.)
So it’s with a little hidden mirth that I know I am driving him bonkers by having two types of cheese starter and one batch of cheese doing their microbial thing on the kitchen counter. And next to the cheese stuff is a bowl of a new sourdough starter. Oh, and there’s the yogurt brewing in its cooler on the floor, and the kombucha perched on the butcher block: say “SCOBY” and just watch him squirm!
But my own version of marital spat? Stinky dandelions steeping in the pantry! It’s for my first batch of dandelion wine. muahhahah!