I have forty-six cookbooks

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I have forty-six cookbooks. I have sixty-eight takeout menus from four restaurants. I have one hundred and sixteen soy sauce packets. I have three hundred and eighty-two dishes, bowls, cups, saucers, mugs and glasses. I eat over the sink. I have five sinks, two with a view.

Rick Moranis

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6 thoughts on “I have forty-six cookbooks”

  1. Could someone explain to me the whole concept of eating over the sink? I think I’ve done it once in my life, when I had something quick and messy and didn’t want to grab a plate.

    I’ve lived alone for ages and I have no problem whatsoever cooking for one, buying in bulk and separating it into small packets for defrosting for one (or more with company), and, well, eating a proper dinner at the kitchen table or, rarely, with a tray table in the living room to catch up my latest shows. A book is always at the table. I truly, truly don’t get the eating over the sink thing. Help?

    • It’s personal tastes and preferences. There is a wide range.

      The sink become an emergency measure when I grab something from the refrigerator, walk around the house munching, then rush for the sink if the encounter goes badly.

      Those of us who follow the quick and messy path develop special sensitivities and skills, and expand our circle of empathy..

    • Their take-out bag/box got tipped over or otherwise leaked, sink is least clean-up. Only time I’ve done it was because I didn’t want to dirty a plate with a crumbling brownie or cookie.

    • I think I’ve done it once in my life, when I had something quick and messy and didn’t want to grab a plate.

      You’ve mastered the concept of eating over the sink.

      (I usually opt for a paper towel over a plate, rather than the sink, but it all depends on how much of a hurry you’re in.)

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