Here I go again with another Daily Prompt Challenge: Describe your relationship with your phone. Is it your lifeline, a buzzing nuisance, or something in between?
Half the fun of these challenges is to relate the topic to the theme of My Cooking Life. It’s not as tough as you might think.
I’m smarter than my smartphone. When I get up in the morning, my phone is infused with the idea that I’m not “open for business” yet. So it doesn’t ring. It never ceases to amaze me that the moment I get to work and sit at my desk, the phone starts ringing. And the funny thing is, that isn’t always at the same time every day. It’s not like my work day fits a pattern all the time. Work can continue on until various hours of the day and night too. But once I’m “closed for business” the phone again will not ring. Unless I forget to decide I am done with the phone for the day. No need, usually, to physically turn the ringer off.
There is this one exception–when I’m cooking.
Hands full of dishes and soap suds? The phone rings. In the middle of chopping up parsley with little green bits all over the hands? The phone rings. At a critical point during a stir fry? The phone rings. Chocolate all over my hands? I struggle to find a fingertip or elbow that can press the screen to answer a call which is usually from someone I want to talk to like my husband, my children, my sister or a dear friend.
Needless to say, those beautiful smartphone screens attract all the olive oil, fish juices, chocolate and soap suds!
I’ve thought about this phenomena of the phone ringing just when I’ve gotten to a point of no return at the stove or the cutting board. Do I turn the ringer off? No. Thank goodness my cooking life is not too sacred to interrupt with a call from someone I love even when they have an uncanny and sort of spooky sense of timing. Every time. When there’s no chance of catching that call without getting food on my phone.
They win over my phone juju every time!
P.S. I swear I usually know who is calling me without even looking. No kidding! I don’t have to look at the caller ID. Can’t sometimes anyway, since the screen is sometimes pretty blurred with oil, chocolate, fish juices, parsley and soap suds.