Type B. You want your food? Back up and let me work. I’ve only ever worked breakfast in a real job, so if you wan’t it fast and you want it tasty, back the hell up. Comin’ right up!
My house-other really, really wants to share the kitchen. She’d come running in every time I was in there. I call it “bumping butts.” I let her know I do not like bumping butts in the kitchen. It’s not a turn-on. She wasn’t getting it, so I started just turning everything off and leaving the kitchen to her for half an hour every time she tried to find an excuse to bump butts in the kitchen. She learned. Food doesn’t taste as good when it’s been turned off, let cool, then re-heated.
Type A, as long as I get to be in charge. I usually won’t let people supervise dishes, but I’ll gladly set my guests to peeling and chopping. Of course, my kitchen is a glorified hallway, so they usually end up in the living room, but if my kitchen was bigger, they’d be in. It does help that I’m the acknowledged cook of my circle, so I don’t have to put up with people thinking they know better than me. Well, except for my uncle, but he does, so that’s okay.
If I had a big kitchen with an island bench/breakfast bar for people to sit at or chop at or generally not be in my way, I’d be an A.
As it is, in my kitchen you can’t open the fridge when the oven’s open and vice versa. I have approximately one metre of bench space and that’s mostly occupied by my oils, spices, sauces and whatnots. Ain’t much space, so GTFO or I’ll CUT YOU.
You need a subcatagory: A1: Jewish Grandmother. “Bubie, you look starved…you need to eat.” That’s me. Why is this a subcatagory? Because part of this is, “help me, will you, sweetie? Stir the potatoes…taste this…is the pasta done? Everyone else, get out of our way.” My Son-in-law (SIL) will tell you I’m “guilty as (burp, excuse please) charged.”
Love, Phil
Type B. Very,** very **Type B. I’m fussy when I cook. For one thing, I will usually have the different operations involved in cooking a meal sort of planned out in my head with regard to what to do next and when, and explaining why I want stuff done in a particular order and timed a certain way is more difficulty than the good it will do is worth. Also most of the time when somebody bops into the kitch offering to help, what they really want is to sneak a pinch or a nibble of something, and that makes Cooky feel a little “choppy” if you know what I mean…
Of course, anybody who wants to help clean up afterward is more than welcome to pitch in.
I’m both, but not at the same time.
I work until 6, and most evenings at least one member of the family has an obligation to be somewhere else at 7:00 or 7:30. (My husband often cooks, but works at various locations and lately his commute is long enough that I get home first) Those nights are “eat to live” rather than “live to eat”. On hurried nights I’m definitely all B. This will go faster if I just chop the onions myself than if I have to explain HOW I want them chopped.
On days when time is not a factor I enjoy cooking with other people, or just having company. My son is starting to really enjoy cooking, so sharing that with him is fun.
I guess the short answer would have been A on Sunday, B the rest of the week.
Type B, more or less.
A kitchen is like a ship. Some is in charge. Everyone else either obeys orders or gets tossed overboard.
I like helpers. You want to help? Sure, take orders and stay at your duty station. I don’t even care if you don’t do it the same way I would. Just no random wandering about out of curiosity or socializing. This is a work area, not the lounge.
Animals are shooed, but are generally much more cognizant of territory and dominance than humans.
And I respect someone else’s kitchen the same way.
If I’m responsible for the meal, stay out of my kitchen unless I specifically ask you to execute some task. Then do that task and get the heck out of my way. If you come “help” anyway, I’ll walk out and leave you to do with it as you will.
OTOH, if I’m teaching my son or daughter how to cook a dish or helping someone else do some cooking, I’m a lot more relaxed about extra bodies in the area.
Type B. I’m not a very good cook and I find that I cook slightly better when people don’t hover around me/ comment on what I’m making. I feel more at ease when I can move around freely and do what I like without having to deal with the “OMG what are you doing!!!1111” comments.
Type B. My kitchen has a maximum occupancy of precisely 1. Even if you come in to get a drink, I will exit the kitchen until you are done. You are not permitted to watch what is going on in there, either. I work alone in there, with no exceptions.
I know well enough when to stay out of the kitchen, I interfered once in the sink of a quirky bachelor friend who was cooking a fabulous szechuan meal, regardless of the late hour. Anyway I prefer to sit on the sidelines and watch when I’m the guest, I too have no prob leaving the dishes to the host!
My kitchen can accommodate two three at the very most focused, space saving cooking comrades, and you should see my kitchen, its a step saver! However if i am solo at the helm please do not interfere at any play in the game unless directed and I am sorry for the bark but I never bite!