I am not a good cook.
Don’t get me wrong, the end product is often delicious. The food on the plate is scrummy. Scrummy, I tell you. But the process involved to arrive at scrummy is an ugly explosion of lidless condiment bottles, stacked up sinks, and pots with the bottoms burnt out.
So I therefore know that am not a good cook, because I have witnessed good cooks a lot in my time. They are tidy, and organised, and have many types of tupperware (with matching lids).
What does all of this mean, friend?
What does our cooking style say about who were are as a human? What does that obliterated pot say about my ability to cope with time-sensitive tasks? Could it be possible there are personality types aligned with the way we prepare food?
Probably not, but we’ve gone ahead and made some sweeping assumptions – because why wouldn’t a narcissistic generation of navel gazers want to know what other people think of them, right?
You are… the person who stands strong by the mantra, ‘I’ll cook, you clean’. Why? Because you have turned the kitchen into a Vesuvius of eggshells, flour, cheese graters, and parsley stalks. You do not clean as you go, because you are creating, goddammit.
Meaning...in real life, you have not yet mastered the art of a clean handbag, but you ARE the master of imagination. Creative, clever, but a little hasty; you’re the person people call when they need a job done. Unless it involves cooking.
LISTEN: How to get your kids into baking. (Post continues…)
THE CONTROL FREAK
You are… completely unable to share a kitchen with another human. They take up precious space, and between you and me, get eggshell in the mix every single time. You watched them. From over their shoulder. You saw that eggshell.
Meaning… you’re a solo traveller when it comes to attacking a task. Taking the time to explain how it needs to be done would take just as long as if you did it yourself. You love to help others, but only if it means you’re leading the charge.