It’s the dishes that are the killer. No one saw that coming. Tubs for gathering, bowls for holding, cookie sheets for drying, pots for simmering, slow cooker for condensing.
But nothing compares to the dairy processing. Jugs for milk, containers for cream, yogurt, kefir and whey. There are containers to be shaken for butter and jugs to be skimmed for cream. Then there are containers to store these things. Not to mention containers for cheese of different varieties. The cows own the fridge!
And everything needs to be washed. That’s where the children and I come in (Yippee!). The only alternative is a kitchen without room, a kitchen with every conceivable counter space occupied by some reminder of food preparation. A kitchen with splatterings of ketchup in the making, a kitchen of strainers and cheese cloth, a kitchen of pots and bowls and jugs. And all this is awaiting a miracle, a miracle that falls squarely on the shoulders of the kids and me! (Did I mention that Suzanne refuses to own a dishwasher!)