Tuesday, 28 February 2012
Call me crazy but I've decided that in addition to handmade soaps and seedlings that I'd also like to try my hand at selling food items at my farmer's market stall. I love cooking and already make quite a haul of jams, jellies and chutneys throughout the summer so thought what the heck, let's see what's entailed in getting licensed to sell them to the public. Emailing the Manx government, I found that the the first step to this is having an official come out to inspect where I'll be preparing the food: my kitchen. I've booked this inspection to happen tomorrow.
I stress over tests and inspections and though my kitchen is kept tidy I decided I needed to do a full clean of the room today - top to bottom. I can't help it but I'm imagining a tough old bird walking in with white gloves and sharp eyes searching out any place where there could be dust or germs. The cat's out of the bag - I'm neurotic (husband rolls eyes).
While I was wiping down my refrigerator I decided to take a picture to shock my non-European readers. In fact ten years ago I'd probably have been shocked myself to think that there are people out there who have what essentially is a mini-bar (sans booze) in their kitchen. For goodness' sake, I have relatives that that two or three massive American fridges and never seem to find room for everything. Though I don't doubt that there are bottles of ketchup in there from 1987.
What I can say after adjusting to a smaller space is that not only do we assuredly pay less money for electricity but that the food we eat is much fresher. Because there isn't as much space, you're really forced to eat what you have in there in order to make room for more. That's okay with me because the fresher the food the better the flavour and the healthier it is for you - that goes for meat and dairy as much as for fruit and vegetables.
The downside to small fridges includes having to get creative with how to chill large items like picnic sized bowls of slaw or potato salad. It also includes having to go to the shop fairly regularly - I go once or twice a week. I see that as a downside not because I don't like going, I actually enjoy my 'gathering' excursions, but because of the petrol needed to get there and back on a regular basis. When you're paying the equivalent of about $8.89 per gallon of petrol it's prudent to watch how you use it.
Anyhow, back to my afternoon's labour. Everything is as clean as a whistle and the floor is freshly swept - I think I'm ready for that inspection now. If only she'd arrive before my husband manages to mess up my hard work with toast crumbs and wet teaspoons peppered across the work top. Men!
You're never going to believe this but in that little space between this paragraph and the last I had a friend stop by who apparently knows the lady coming to inspect my kitchen tomorrow - that's the Isle of Man for you! He's assured me that she's lovely and won't give me too much hardship, thank goodness for that. I think I can relax now...
Have a great day everyone and I hope my dinky fridge will have given you something to think about or in the very least a good laugh :)