Doing Dishes and Being the Church Without Walls
It’s strange how just a few months of life experience completely changed my views on something as mundane as washing dishes. Leandra and I have very different approaches on cooking. She is undoubtedly the better cook, but I enjoy cooking as well, and I love making it the most efficient process imaginable. I time everything carefully, I only use the necessary utensils, and clean cutting boards and pots once their purpose in the meal is over. When I am done cooking, I have adequately prepared food and a spotless kitchen. When Leandra is done cooking, she has a work of art, and every single pot, pan and cooking utensil we own is piled in the sink waiting to be scrubbed. This was once a point of contention, because our general rule is that whomever cooks, doesn’t clean, which isn’t necessarily fair given our different cooking habit, and those lost fifteen or twenty minutes felt like an outrage.
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