“And how long do you cook this part?” Ann asked. I wanted to kill her.<\/p>\n
We had decided to make stirfry for dinner, to use up the tofu and veggies. Little did I realize that this would nearly drive me over the edge.<\/p>\n
My sister, who is an excellent cook, is also a by-the-recipe cook. Despite being a vegetarian and a fan of Asian food, for some reason she has never made stirfry before.<\/p>\n
I make stirfry once a week, and I always improvise it. I take what’s on hand and follow the basic progression of a Chinese stirfry dish. I’ve done this so often that I don’t even bother to taste it as I go along, anymore.<\/p>\n
But Ann wanted to know each and every step.<\/p>\n
She also doesn’t know her way around my kitchen, and so she has to ask multiple questions at every step: “Which pot should I use? Where are your wooden spoons? What size chunks should I cut up the carrots into? Where do you keep the garlic?…”<\/p>\n
This sequence of questions felt like an endless barrage from a hostile interrogator.<\/p>\n
It’s another of those weird things about my reluctant brain – it resists questions. More than one question in a row, and my brain starts protesting: “Stop it! Get away!”<\/p>\n
I guess my brain just isn’t ready to retrieve information on demand.<\/p>\n
Especially painful is the need to think about something that I don’t need instructions for – and then instruct someone else about it. Like making stirfry.<\/p>\n
I tried hard to conceal my annoyance. Ann was just trying to make dinner, and her questions were perfectly reasonable. She’s my big sister, and I love her.<\/p>\n
But I could have killed her.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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