For those of you who do not understand the peace that comes by bringing order to chaos, this post may not make sense to you; as in, you may not understand the stress and inner turmoil a disorganized kitchen inflicts on anal-retentive individuals like me.
Also? It probably is gross to include the words “anal” and “kitchen” in the same sentence; for that, I apologize.
Over the course of my Whole30 journey, I learned how poorly my kitchen functioned for cooking. Why did I not notice this before? That’s an easy answer, of course; it’s because I was not cooking frequently enough for it to matter. Heating up things in the microwave or putting things on paper plates from the fast food places we visited requires little kitchen organization. One I started using more than paper plates, paper towels, and my coffee mug, I was frustrated by the herculean effort it took to pull together all the utensils, pots/pans, ingredients, etc…, needed to prep and cook a meal.