My long years of study have, at last, paid off! I have attained the coveted (by the non-Zenlike) status of Master. And, it came in such an unexpected fashion, and at such an unexpected time. I was doing the dishes, from brunch.
Here is how I attained enlightenment. Perhaps my story will serve to guide you on your journey. As I said, I was doing the dishes, because some things just can’t go in the dishwasher. My GF was in the den, watching the ballgame. (It’s okay. She did her cleaning, earlier.) Apparently, the Sox did something good because, before I even realized it, I had attained enlightened mastery. I heard the sound of one fan clapping! What bliss! I knew, instantly, this could only mean I had, at last, achieved my lifelong goal. My entire being was suffused with a golden radiance!
Now, I know you…what?..I’m sorry, did you say hand?……One hand clapping?. That’s just silly…No, I don’t care where you heard it… Just stop it. That’s silly, and I’m not going to let you kill my buzz.
Well, dishes is really a misnomer. It was actually my carefully seasoned cast iron skillet, and a Calphalon omelet pan. But, in general, I agree. It’s most annoying that my expensive Calphalon can’t go in the dishwasher, but my cheap Reverware can. Oh, well.
No, it’s actually the Zennasota Twins. And, we’re losing, now.
OK I do agree with the seasoned cast iron pan not going in the dishwasher. I have a few stone dishes that I only use on special occasion that I forgot about…
My grandmother had some beautiful cast iron pans… when I was a kid she’d let me wash them with soap… copious amounts of soap as I liked to play in the sink! Only when I learned to cook did I realize what blasphemy I had wrought upon the pans.
…One hand clapping?. That’s just silly…No, I don’t care where you heard it… Just stop it. That’s silly, and I’m not going to let you kill my buzz.
