I've had a quiet Saturday - I did laundry, scrubbed the kitchen, did some computer work, and rested up from a busy week. When I was cleaning the stove-top, I thought about catch-pan stew.
Remember the stove we had in our first house? It was almond and it showed everything. And stoves all had metal catch-pans then. I'd scrub and scrub to get those catch-pans clean, and if they wouldn't come clean I'd boil them in vinegar-water. One time when I was doing that you came home from work and asked what I was cooking. When I told you I was boiling the catch-pans, you said that I must be making catch-pan stew. The phrase stuck. After that, whenever I was cleaning the stove, I was making catch-pan stew. We have a black stove now - which only shows dust and dog hair - and there are no catch-pans. It's much easier to keep clean. But I was remembering catch-pan stew today, and it made me chuckle.
I love the kitchen and the things we did with it. And I'm getting used to cooking and cleaning up by myself. I enjoyed doing it with you; I was amazed that you wanted to do kitchen things with me. I guess after all those years in restaurants, it felt like a vacation to be making only one meal. It was fun to do those things together. Anything was fun if we did it together, even making catch-pan stew. I'm trying to be patient while I wait to do things with you again.
Still loving you impatiently,