While I was cleaning up the kitchen this morning, I realized that there was a topic I desperately needed to blog about. First, let me introduce you to the Messy Baker: he is my husband Jason. Now, let me clarify a few things before you get the impression that this is just another wife rant. My husband is a terrific husband. He is one of the best people I have ever met. He is loving, thoughtful, smart, responsible, and an overall great guy. In general, he is also a very neat person, and knows much more about all of the vacuum attachments than I do. I was once at a bridal shower where everyone was ranting about how their husbands don’t even know how to operate a vacuum cleaner. I tried to slink into the background before I was forced to admit that I was the one who didn’t know how to operate the vacuum cleaner, because my husband always takes care of that chore. In addition, he can fix my car, my computer, and is a talented baker of all things sweet and an excellent cake decorator to boot. Yes, I know I hit the jackpot when I married him. With all of that said, he does have a dark side: the Messy Baker.
Whenever my husband bakes, he leaves a behind a messy trail of all things pastry. Melted chocolate caked on mixing bowls, flour and/or powdered sugar on the counter tops and the cabinets, and a long, long trail of dirty spatulas,whisks, and cake pans. Given this track record, I soon dubbed him ” the Messy Baker”. “Uh-oh. What’s that I see? Dirty cake-stained toothpicks on the counter top? The Messy Baker must have struck again”.
On the morning of 9/1/9009, I encountered the evidence of the messy baker in my kitchen:
Can you find that dirty toothpick?
In addition to leaving a trail of dirty dishes, the Messy Baker seems to be adverse to washing his own cake decorating tips. Instead, he selects a beer glass and soaks the tips in said glass hoping that the magical dishwasher fairy comes along to wash said tips:
And finally, when the magical dishwasher fairy does arrive and wash all of the baking paraphernalia, the Messy Baker hopes that the newly cleaned baking devices will leap from the counter into his baking tool boxes. Not so much. So here they sit:
As I said earlier in this post, this isn’t a wife rant. Just an observation. And I really can’t complain. Here this week’s Messy Baker creations:
