I mentioned on facebook over the summer that I was excited to find fresh okra at our local Farmer’s Market.
I. Love. Okra.
So much.
Mmmmmmm.
Sorry. I got distracted.
Anyway, I googled my own recipe for what I don’t hesitate to declare is the very best fried okra ever.
I also dug around in a cabinet and found my fryer.
I almost never use that thing, but when I need it (like, when I find farm-fresh okra), I’m glad I have it. I spent a few hours frying okra, (eventually) cleaned up all the other items for that insanely messy endeavor, and then left the fryer sitting on the counter.
And ignored it.
For more than a week.
At some point, Hubby emptied the grease to put out with the trash, but I still ignored it.
Finally, I washed it out (which took no time at all) when I had the brilliant idea to make “homemade” doughnuts (Grands biscuits with a hole torn in the middle) for the last day of summer break. Right. I washed it out so I could use it again.
After I used it, I left sitting on the counter. Un-emptied and un-washed.
Again.
Ugh.
Thankfully, on Monday, I was in a rather thorough mood as I worked to get the kitchen back on track. Instead of pulling the classic I’ll-bet-that’s-a-really-hard-thing-to-deal-with-so-I-just-won’t-deal-with-it-at-all-and-maybe-it-will-go-away trick, I stopped to think.
I grabbed a pickle jar that I hadn’t been using for anything else and poured the grease into it. I gently placed that in the trash can. I then washed the fryer and dried it and PUT IT AWAY.
Can you believe I did ALL that??
And it took a whole two minutes. Or less.
Total.
Blergh.
What two second tasks have you done lately?
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