Since I’m living with my parents I don’t cook as much as I used to, and while I’m not completely heartbroken over this, I do miss cooking some of my favorite dishes. Yesterday I decided to make a peanut sauce chicken dish that tastes pretty close to one of my favorites from a Thai restaurant in Chicago. I washed the veggies, chopped them just so, and reached for a paper towel to get clean water and rinse off the cutting board.
That’s when it hit me. I don’t need to use the special water to clean the cutting board. Or the vegetables, for that matter. Here in the US the special water comes RIGHT OUT OF THE FAUCET. You just push the lever and out it flows.
I’m feeling like I’ve shared these revelations here before, but I’ve been here over six months and it still caught me off guard how much EASIER it is to prepare meals when the water that pours into the sink can also touch your food.
On a side note, I discovered the red onions here in Michigan are a gazillion times stronger than those in Mexico. My eyes never once teared up in all the meals I cooked there, but yesterday I had to leave the room just to clear my eyes. If only it’d occurred to me then that I could have just stuck my head under the sink.