A good friend pointed something out to me recently of which I hadn't been aware.
Now, I'm the first to admit that I'm not a terrific cook.
In fact, I'm a barely passable cook.
When I was younger, I even occasionally managed to cook meals that were inedible.
(Although I've had several male students friends who claim that no meal is inedible.
) But what my friend pointed out, was that I own several frying pans.
She laughingly relayed the information that I, in fact, possess a total of five frying pans.
"No, I don't!" I vehemently denied to her, blushing furiously and thinking, "What kind of maniac owns five frying pans?" I'm not quite sure why I felt embarrassed at her laughing accusation.
I mean, don't all cooks (no matter how good or bad) own a frying pan for every occasion? That night I went home and checked my cupboard.
I was absolutely determined to prove my friend wrong.
After I pulled them from the cupboard and counted them, I laughed aloud.
My friend was wrong.
I don't own five frying pans, thank you very much.
In fact, I own six! Should I be concerned that I own a stash of six frying pans? Am I trying to hide an as yet undiagnosed obsession? Does this say something deep about my psyche? Have I secretly been trying to fool myself all these years that I really can cook? Perhaps I should see a professional..
..
professional psychologist that is, not a professional cook.
Although the way I work in the kitchen, I should probably see both.