“Clean Kitchen Cook”

Cooking? Isn’t this an art blog? Yes, but I’m passionate about both, and as art is now taking over my kitchen — or at least the kitchen table — the two somehow seem to go hand in hand, at least around my house.

Kitchen TableLooking at my kitchen table this morning has me shaking my head. I like keeping my kitchen clean, and I used to have a rule about not leaving anything on the table. Oh, how times change!

I am blessed to have an understanding husband who is comfortable with clutter. All the same, every time I walk past the kitchen table, I wonder why he hasn’t reminded me of my rules or pointed out how much I fuss at him for leaving messes around.

Now, we’re eating on trays in the living room — which is fine with my husband — while the table remains permanently covered with a cheap plastic cloth and an assortment of paints, palettes, brushes, and other art supplies. If you look closely, you’ll see the beginnings of a watercolor portrait, and somewhere in the mess is a pad of “scratchboard” and a set of tools. That’s a new project coming up.

Skipping subjects here and going back to cooking…I got my first cookbook when I was very young. I’m guessing I was no more than five or six years old. Even then, I loved cooking. I wasn’t a little girl who played “tea party”. My game was “let’s sit down and pretend we’re having a seven-course meal”, complete with table settings and centerpiece. I was always getting into my mother’s cookbooks to pick out recipes for my “pretend parties”, so she finally bought me a cookbook of my own.

One of the first rules the book set forth was that of being a “clean kitchen cook”. Little girls should always clean up after they’ve made a mess of the kitchen. That was the idea, although it wasn’t stated quite so bluntly.

As a child, I wasn’t good at following that rule, but the book included a “certificate” a parent could sign avowing that their child was indeed a “clean kitchen cook”, and naturally, like any child, I begged and pleaded and whined about it until my mother dutifully signed it. It was a blatant lie, but that didn’t matter. I wanted that signed certificate.

Thankfully, I did grow up to become a “clean kitchen cook”.  I wash utensils after using them. I put cooking ingredients away promptly. I clean up any drips or spills. I like keeping my kitchen clean. Once we finish eating, I quickly wash the dishes and put them away. Too quickly, if you ask my husband. He’s been known to hide silverware from me to keep me from grabbing it between dinner and dessert.

And, of course, there’s that long-standing rule about leaving nothing on the table. It’s covered with a beautiful lace cloth, and there’s always a centerpiece. At least, that’s how it used to be.

Oh, what a mess I’ve made now. That rule has flown right out the window — which happens to be a north window with good light, which is one of the reasons I’m painting at the table.

Art is messy. It can’t be any other way. Creativity means making a mess, and while it also means cleaning it up, that’s a later stage of the process. Especially for a beginning artist who is only now discovering all the many ways there are to make creative messes in art.

I’ve come to understand and accept that as much as I enjoy being a “clean kitchen cook”, I’ll never be a “clean kitchen artist”, and I’m lucky, indeed, to have a husband who’d rather have dinner in front of the TV than sit down at the table to eat.

Of course, I keep him happy with lots of delicious cooking. It’s the least I can do.

 

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About Judith

Author, artist, and an independent consultant for Perfectly Posh. I enjoy sharing my thoughts and interests through blogging and invite you to visit my sites.

18 comments

  1. lol – we have much in common 🙂

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  2. You’re very lucky! Mine has been complaining about the mess on the kitchen table lol! He is a neat and clean (I say obsessed) person! Hehe. I’m really glad you have found a place to work and to be inspired. My daughter’s old room is the art “studio” but it’s just not the same as being in the kitchen. That’s where I always gravitate. 💛

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    • I have a separate “art room” — which is where the computer is. I do a lot of drawing here while following along on tutorials and classes, but whenever I attempt painting, I head for the kitchen. More room. Better lighting. Close to a water source. I hate having the clutter everywhere, but I can’t seem to avoid it.

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  3. We have dinner in front of the TV too sometimes. It’s usually a movie night. My wife does crafts so I understand this completely!

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  4. dawnmarie

    I hear ya!!! I’m in the same boat. My dining room and kitchen are not what they used to be for sure. It kills me, but at the same time, I wanna paint. So, I guess I get over it and keep painting. We eat at the bar in the kitchen these days.

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    • What’s frustrating is that even if I try cleaning up the mess, I drag everything back out in a matter of days. There’s no end to it. But, I guess that’s a good thing, right?

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      • dawnmarie

        Exactly…and if I had to clean up everything to make my dining room a real dining room after painting every day, I would have no where to put wet paintings and most likely, I wouldn’t paint as much.

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  5. dawnmarie

    Exactly. I would probably be less likely to paint if I had to put everything away every day all packed and pretty like a good girl. Pfffht.

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    • I like your attitude. 🙂

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      • dawnmarie

        Sorry about the double comment. I got distracted.

        Oh, it is an attitude in the works. It is difficult for me not having everything put away. I will say this though, paint supplies are much cleaner than raising 2 days old baby chicks in your office…I never adjusted to that and I was so glad when those little chicks had feathers and could finally go outside! I sure like my relationship with those little gals though. The ones that I got at 5 weeks old are not near the pets that my first girls are. They are not interested in me at all…so I have a feeling I will have chicks in the office again some day.

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      • My mother-in-law has chickens, so recently she had a whole new little flock of them in the house. They are cute. Not sure I would want them in the house though. We used to have a parrot, and cleaning up after her was a nuisance.

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      • dawnmarie

        The dust is incredible. It was like when we remodeled the bathrooms and had tile dust all over the house! Not quite as bad…but I sure felt like it!

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      • It was awful from having only one bird! My husband always said he felt like we were living in a chicken coop. Not to mention the noise she made.

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  6. dawnmarie

    Dirty little birds.

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