Too Many Cook(top)s Spoil The Broth
Four weeks ago:
Mum: “I still don’t understand why you’re getting an induction cooktop. There’s nothing wrong with the one you have.”
Me: “I told you. They’re easier to work with, they cook faster, they use less power, they’re safer for kids, and most importantly, they’re so much easier to clean! I hate cleaning.”
Mum: “But the cooktop you have now is perfectly fine! Why don’t you just change it out when it breaks down?”
Me: “Well then, I’d have to wait years to get all these things that I want. I don’t want to wait. I want to have it now.”
Mum: “Such a shame.”
Me: “I can sell my cooktop on [Website] or something, it’s not a complete waste.”
Mum: “You won’t get much for it on [Website].”
Me: “I’ll get nothing for it if I wait until it breaks down to get rid of it.”
Three weeks ago:
Mum: “But will the new cooktop even fit in the same spot?”
Me: “Yes, of course. I measured everything; it’s gonna fit.”
Mum: “It’ll probably look ugly.”
Me: “It’ll look fine. What are you talking about? If anything, it’ll look better! It’s so sleek and modern and flat.”
Mum: “I think they’re overrated. You know, your uncle bought one, spent so much money on it, and he’s not happy with it.”
Me: “Okay, well, I’m not [Uncle]. I’ve been wanting one for years. Literally, ever since I found out what they were, I’ve wanted one. I’m getting one.”
Two weeks ago:
Mum: “You’re gonna have to change out all your cookware.”
Me: “Not all of it, but yes, I’ll probably have to get some new pans. I’m okay with that.”
Mum: “You know you won’t be able to cook with a wok anymore.”
Me: “…Okay, that’s true. But I don’t use the wok that much. I can get a flat-bottomed wok. Hey, eventually, I could even get an outdoor setup, and I can use a wok there.”
Mum: “…”
Me: “You know, a lot of Asians do that.”
Mum was unable to argue with this logic.
Last week:
Mum: “I just think it’s such a waste of a perfectly good cooktop…”
Me: “Again?! For God’s sake, Mum. I want an easy-to-clean cooktop; that’s important for me, and that’s it.”
Mum: “You know you’re gonna have to clean it after every time you use it.”
Me: “Duh.”
Mum: “You can’t leave spills on it overnight. A gas cooktop, you can be lazy and clean it in the morning. Your new induction one, you’ll damage it if you don’t clean it promptly.”
Me: “And I will.”
Mum: “I mean, is it really gonna be easier to clean if you have to clean it after every time—”
Me: “Oh, my God, Mum, it’s one wipe to clean it. I’m practically looking forward to it!”
Mum: “Well, it’s your house, I guess…”
Me: “Yes, it is!“
Mum: “Such a nice cooktop you’re getting rid of, though…”
Me: *Facepalm*
Today:
Mum: “I don’t know, our cooktop is so old. I really want a new one. I just don’t know where to start.”
Me: “Well, how about I give you my old cooktop? The one I’ll be replacing. Like you keep telling me, it’s perfectly good.”
Mum: “No, that won’t work at all. Yours is a five-burner; you have the kitchen space for it. Our kitchen is tiny. There’s no space to put such a big cooktop.”
Me: “What are you talking about? I thought you guys said you were going to be moving your cooktop over anyway, where the sink currently is.”
Mum: “Yeah, but there’s still no space! I’d lose countertop space if I put a five-burner there.”
Me: “…You’re talking about 30 cm of space.” (For the Americans reading, that’s less than a foot.) “And that’s space that’s right up against the wall. What would you be using that space for, anyway?”
Mum: “There’s no space!”
I go to the kitchen with the measuring tape.
Me: “You want the dishwasher here, right? And the cooktop here. Here’s where a four-burner cooktop would end, and here’s where my one would end.” *Emphasising the tiny foot gap that’s squished right next to the wall* “What would you even be doing with this space? You might as well use it up with cooktop space!”
We go back and forth for a little longer. Then, Dad walks in.
Dad: “The issue isn’t the space. The issue is that your mum wants an induction cooktop.”
Me: “…”
Dad: “Because they’re easier to clean.”
Mum goes quiet.
Me: “WOOOOOOW.”
Mum busies herself with tidying the pantry.
Me: *My voice rising a few octaves* “WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!”
At the moment of writing this, I’m more amused than I am annoyed. She’s not gonna live this one down.