Saturday Kitchen

One of life's simple pleasures is getting up early on a Saturday, padding down the hallway, then entering a kitchen totally cleaned up from a particularly enjoyable Friday night dinner. I like cleaning my kitchen. I hit a mental button and view the instant replay of conversation, looks and glances. I remember as I stow the evening in the dishwasher. Here go the small dishes that held butter sauce for the steamed artichokes. Next are the plates used for salmon, rice, and spicy eggplant currie. Then a large round casserole dish that held the discarded artichoke leaves. Inscisor scrapings still visible. I'll swish out various pots and pans, clean the stove top, and toss away a few paper towels. Left over salad goes in the fridge. Then the wine glasses. I like the smaller ones brought home from a tasting at a Virginia winery. A good memory. Using them, we serve each other multiple times during the course of a meal. Dishes and glasses, pots and pans each become short-hand to the thread of conversation. I chuckle with some; get serious with others...accompanied by remaining music.