House Prisoners

I must start off my blog by saying that I had been looking forward to the week that has just pasted, since the beginning of time (or since I moved to Vanderhoof). This week I got to be a house manager with Andréanne. This meant that we got a week off work and we got to cook the food that we wanted to and keep the house spotlessly clean. Our menu was set; we had planned extraordinary meals which ranged from Spanakopitas, Salmon with baked fries to Steak Kebabs. We were just getting ready for a relaxing week where we would be able to lounge around the house doing what we please when reality set in! I for one did not know that dehydrating Spinach would take over an hour and a half, squeezing by hand, to get every single last drop of water out of them, that perogies would take over five hours of hard labour to produce, or that the fried onions and green peppers on the kebabs were perfectly sized for a funny (but annoying) food fight at the dinner table. Andréanne and I worked extremely well together, we are "the babies" of the group seeing that we are both still seventeen, but we are still the best damn cooks the katimahouse will ever see! We had to be innovative in what we chose to make, people get bored if they eat the same things over and over again, but we bit off a fair amount (when it comes to cooking) and were left chewing (cooking) for hours on end.
Before Katimavik I had minimal experience in the kitchen, seeing that my mom was always a great cook and fed me whatever I desired. Cooking and cleaning is much more difficult that I thought, especially here in the katimahouse. Whenever we would clean something up, a new mess would magically appear somewhere else, and putting things away seemed to become more of a nuisance for some people. It was like we were cleaning up space for people to mess up. My mentality by the end of the week was to throw a bunch of noodles in a pot, feed it to the wolves and stick a citrus scented febreeze in the washroom. Don't get me wrong, all of my roommates here are fantastic, but all I am saying is that little help with the dishes after supper would always be appreciated. All of my mom’s grumbling about cleaning up after yourself suddenly makes sense to me, and I am legitimately going to make an effort to keep my things in order and out of the way, well most of the time....I have to torture the next house managers just a little bit.