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Over the years, I’ve amassed lots of cookware and bakeware. Most of what I got as wedding gifts (ever so long ago) has been broken, dented, and/or warped. I’ve received some replacement and/or new items, like a crepe pan, that I used a couple of times, stored for years, and finally passed on. After my parents were gone, and we moved into the house in which JoAnne and I grew up, I kept a few of my mother’s things. I ended up with some duplicates, like rectangular baking pans with lids, and (Pyrex) rectangular baking dishes.
For a while, I needed those things. When my sister’s family lived in Texas (and they came and went a couple of times), they might come to visit a few times a year, which would mean more kitchen-related activities. When the boys were growing up, we would have their friends over for get-togethers, and I would cook and bake. There would be pot-luck dinners at church, which do sort of happen, or did, until recently, but they’re not quite the same. People often bring boxes of fried chicken or pizzas from local food establishments, and they bring side dishes from those places, too.
Years ago, when a new family moved into the neighborhood, ladies would cook a casserole or a dessert to take to the new folks. These days, people have a variety of food habits, like lactose-free, keto, low-carb, vegetarian. I wouldn’t dream of taking a meat loaf or a gelatin salad to someone I didn’t know. I take apples.
So, ultimately, I don’t need much in the way of cookware and bakeware. I have one large pot with a lid. I have one good-sized skillet, also with a lid. I have one large and one medium sized glass baking dish. I have two (one large, one small) racks for cooling baked goods, like cookies and scones. I do have four cookie sheets, of various sizes. I primarily use them as bases for freezing things like rolls that I will heat up later and things like meatballs, chicken breasts, and fish, that I will store (after freezing) in storage bags and remove one at a time to prepare for dinner. (Well, more than one meatball.) And, of course, those cookies and/or scones.
When Peter comes, we might make bread. I have loaf pans for loaves, muffin tins for rolls, and those cookie sheets for more creative arrangements of dough.
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- Here are the shelves beneath the stovetop. I cannot believe that I didn’t think to take a “before” photo. You’d have been more impressed.
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- I also cleaned out the cupboards, rearranged, removed, and organized.
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- I could *not* retrieve things from these shelves without removing one thing to get to the thing behind, beneath, above. I *really* regret not documenting how cluttered these shelves were!
By this time they were in front of Peter’s house. On entering, Jesus found Peter’s mother-in-law sick in bed, burning up with fever. He touched her hand and the fever was gone. No sooner was she up on her feet than she was fixing dinner for him.
Matthew 8:14-15 (The Message Translation)
If Jesus came to my house, I’d be able to stir up some dinner pretty quickly, because my kitchen is, for the moment, at least, pretty well organized. And, I’m pretty sure there’s food in the freezer.
Here’s all the cookware that’s bagged up, in the car’s trunk, on the way to Goodwill.