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Tuesday, 26 July 2011

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I thought that making a favourite breakfast dish for the Frumettes might be help with the current state of things.

One slight problem — I’m not in my own kitchen.

I really didn’t think that it would make that much of a difference. Being in someone else’s kitchen, that is. And it isn’t as if I’m in a complete stranger’s kitchen; it’s my mother’s kitchen. In the house in which I was reared.

Made no matter, though. I was still competely out of my element here. First of all, things have moved. I don’t mean to imply that the measuring cups have gotten up and moved from the cabinet to the left of the sink to the one on the other side of the dishwasher of their very own accord. [Not they couldn’t; just that they didn’t…]. So not only am I not in my own space, but this once-familiar kitchen is no longer as familiar.

And the utensils are different. Different pans, different stove, different everything.

Even though I was using the same ingrediants — even the secret ones — that have been passed down from generation to generation, the pancakes were just. plain. awful.

Some of them looked fine, but tasted strange.
Others were misshapen, but slightly more edible.

People ask how the kids and I are doing with this transition. We are out of our “little home,” but our new home isn’t ready for us yet. We are staying in BubbeGiraffe and ZaydeGiraffe’s house. We are, as MamaBear, z”l, used to say, neither here nor there. And most of the time, we are just. plain. awful. too.

Some days we look calm, cool, and collected, but are a gooey mess inside.
Other days we are disheveled and with a crazed look in our eyes, but pensive within.

Like the pancakes.

And so, I resolve to avoid any further attempts in the kitchen until I am in my own kitchen…in our own home. And… I resolve to cut the Frumettes a bit of slack. They are being uprooted from all they have known and moved to a new and strange place. The outbursts, crying jags, and overall moodniness is to be expected. And trying to pretend that it’s not is foolish and just leads to more gooey mess.

Lesson learned.

Remembe(RED) is a memoir meme. This week’s prompt was to write a post that either starts or ends with the words “Lesson learned.” Word limit: 400 words. The perfect opportunity to address the tumult that is surrounding us as we enter the final countdown before The Big Move. As always, constructive criticism is welcomed!

11 Comments leave one →
  1. Tuesday, 26 July 2011 7:59 am

    Pancakes, especially gooey ones, as a metaphor for your current transition was entirely unexpected and so spot on. Hope you soon are in your new home successfully making those wonderful pancakes for those you love.

  2. Tuesday, 26 July 2011 8:31 am

    We understand that feeling better than we want to, oh yes we do.

  3. Galit Breen permalink
    Tuesday, 26 July 2011 9:13 am

    Oh I get this. Being displaced, betwixt and between, even cooking in someone else’s kitchen. It’s just not the same, is it?

  4. Tuesday, 26 July 2011 9:34 am

    I love the little bits of humor generously sprinkled throughout the post! It’s like reading dessert.

    We live in the house my parents left behind when they retired. I didn’t grow up here, but it was “home” to me since I was 19. A few weeks ago they came for a visit, and it was very disorienting for them to be in the kitchen they’d used for almost 20 years, with everything rearranged the way I use it.

  5. Tuesday, 26 July 2011 11:09 am

    Insofar as it doesn’t cause MORE stress (because I’m sure being out of routine does that), now’s a fun time to be indulgent. It’s only a few days/weeks, and it’s such a treat for the kids when you just say “Yes!” to things you ordinarily wouldn’t… To me, that could take the form of less insistence on vegetables, more TV time, fun summer treats like popsicles at the park, etc. Wonder if it would help recategorize this time as “different” (from regular life) but not “bad.” ?? Transitions are so tough – don’t forget to make it easy on yourselves where you can!!

  6. Tuesday, 26 July 2011 12:25 pm

    You put this together beautifully: the feelings of displacement and feeling out-of-sorts and still trying to find the normalcy in life. I like that the piece ended with you finding peace with the situation and not exactly a solution, if that makes sense.

    I hope your new home is ready soon, so you can find your kitchen zen again.

  7. Leslie permalink
    Tuesday, 26 July 2011 3:17 pm

    Be kind to yourself as you move thrugh this period of displacement and think about all the new adventures and memories you will soon be making in your new home. Hugs to you all.

  8. Tuesday, 26 July 2011 3:33 pm

    You will be glad to move into your new kitchen and be able to make the pancakes your family are used to.

  9. Tuesday, 26 July 2011 6:15 pm

    I can only imagine the confusion – being in a familiar place that is no longer so familiar. I agree w/AmyBeth, the humor infused throughout the post was brillant. Here’s hoping for a quick return to your own kitchen!

  10. Tuesday, 26 July 2011 7:03 pm

    SO true!! I can hardly make mac and cheese at my parents’ house.

  11. Wednesday, 27 July 2011 12:22 am

    Ah, yes, transition limbo. We were *just* there. Much hatzlacha getting through this stage, and may all your future pancakes be scrumptious.

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