People often say to me, “You’re SO lucky your kids can cook!”
They seem to think it was a genetic predisposition that brought my kids into the kitchen to cook and create, dream and destroy.
I’m not always given credit for teaching them, wiping up after them, forfeiting my right to have any set of glasses longer than two years, and committing to about one half hour of cleaning for each 15 minutes they spend cooking.
“LUCK” had nothing to do with it. It was patience, mixed in with a lot of tongue-biting, stirred in with a little eye rolling, and folded together with love.
Maybe I should have kept these drip pans to give to the next person who wants to tell me how “lucky” I am.
They looked this bad in October, when they were only a few months old. I tried scrubbing them. It was a waste of time.
I didn’t want to spend the money to replace them after only a few months,
so, I looked at this for months.
I was SO excited to discover enamel drip pans in Target last month. They were more expensive, but I thought they would be worth it.
They’re still dirty, but not rusty, and are not impossible to clean.
The enamel is slightly damaged in this one already, but it doesn’t show up very much.
Why do I take this abuse?
Because I don’t have to cook the Thanksgiving meal, or buy Krispy Kreme Donuts, or make breakfast anymore.
We like to challenge people to “count the cost.”
So, I can cook less, but buy new drip pans more?
Sounds like a bargain to me!