I have a pressure cooker. I’ve used it once. To be honest, I’m a little afraid of it. I don’t like pressure. And although the pressure cooker is a fast and easy way of cooking food in a hurry, they worry me. I’ve read the stories, remembered the urban legends and the warnings about them blowing up, leaving strings of stewed chicken hanging from the rafters and the lid embedded in the kitchen ceiling. My Grandmother had a very old one not unlike this one:
I think it looks scary. “Submarine-like.” But the pressure cooker has been around a long time and it was the fast way to cook food long before the microwave. My Grandmother was an old hand at using hers. My Mom didn’t do much pressure cooking. She didn’t handle pressure well either, but that’s another story.
As I have been deep cleaning and de-cluttering my home, I have been having to make decisions about what I am going to keep and what I’m going to get rid of. And this pressing little problem has me fluttering like the release valve on my pressure cooker. Do I keep it? Let it go? Ackkk!
And let me tell you, I’ve been having to make decisions like this a hundred times a day for the last week. Yes, my legs hurt, my feet are achey and my hands throb. That I can live with.
My issue is being exhausted from making those decisions all day long. Not only am I working out what to keep and what to let go, I also am reorganizing my closets, cabinets and kitchen. This means I’m trying to figure out what should go where to make things as efficient as possible. It’s exhausting.
While I realize I’m not negotiating world peace or nuclear disarmament, it’s still a lot of decision making over a relatively short period of time. However, I take my little victories where I find them. For instance, this hulking horror finally died a couple of weeks ago. And with some help, I got it out of the house:
I also washed, organized and relocated my mason jars:
My intention is to get all of my dry goods into them to keep them bug-free. Living in Florida presents some issues you might not have in other parts of the country. Getting little bugs in your flour and rice and some types of bird food products is one of them. I’ve found keeping these types of products in mason jars prevents this. So I’ll be using these instead of keeping the dry goods in the containers they come in.
Despite the bumps in the road, I’ve made a lot of progress. I’ve either discarded or donated eight shopping carts of stuff out of my condo with more headed out in the future. My place is beginning to get a much lighter and airier feeling to it.
Someone asked me what I was going to do with all of the empty space I was creating.
My answer? “Revel in it.”