Little kitchen joys

[magid]

Other than taste.

the *ping* of jars as they each seal after canning
the satisfaction of hard-boiled eggs that peel easily
the *snap* when breaking off the end of asparagus
the way really fresh mushrooms slice, breaking after the knife is partway through
feeling bread dough come together as it's kneaded
the *thwok* when opening a jar for the first time
the almost-burn of hot vinegar smells in my nose while making chutney
the first smell of roasting vegetables, long before they're done
the the late-afternoon intensity sunlight in my kitchen, looking like it is almost manifest, dripping liquid sunshine

Comments

[magid.livejournal.com]

I enjoy raw eggs that crack well, but not nearly to the same extent as peeling the hard-boiled ones. I think some of it is that I'm already focused on the next thing, checking for blood spots, rather than enjoying the moment. (Total aside: in the most recent dozen I got at least half had cojoined yolks.)

And I can't quiet my brain for pecan half snapping either, as I wonder whether I should have just paid for pecan pieces (a little cheaper) instead.

Er, not to harsh your mellow!

I wish my cast iron skillet were able to deal with scrambled eggs reliably neatly; I envy you that.