How did you guess that we're not talking about me here ? We're talking about Natalie, actually, who took over the house and everything domestic from me a year ago. And whom I very much wish I could take with me to Berlin. You see, she's really courageous, too. Facing some pretty big obstacles around here every day. Or let me express it differently: We have a permanent domestic clash in this house.
While I'm a great believer in the 'let it soak' theory (anything, any number of days. Who knows. It might just clean itself eventually), Natalie is for tackling dirt and dust right this second, so the kitchen will look spotless. When she does the laundry, the sheets already look folded on the clothesline. When I do it, somebody (probably Natalie) has to spend much time untangling them - after they're dry.
I'm not an absolute fan of having every single object in my household aligned with available table tops or the window sill, but if it's what it takes to be able to eat off the floor, I'm all for living geometrically.
And could somebody please enlighten me as to what one has to do in order to make the kitchen look neat all through the process of meal preparation, please ?
We harvested by hand today (and I'm no my way to bed, at nine pm, because I'll just crash with fatigue in about five minutes) and Natalie and I have been plotting the food arrangements since yesterday. When she left at five thirty yesterday evening, the kitchen looked impeccably tidy, two salads were prepared, sausages bought, the knifes, forks, plates and glasses counted and laid out, and...
beer, water and alcohol free beer in the fridge. Because we both knew it would be hot out today. But only Natalie thought about what it would take to make the day good in spite of that.
Oh yes. I forgot to mention: She also cleaned the fridge. Because when I put things in the fridge... (you know the drill).