Portable: A One-Pot Place

 

My hostess making borscht. Rustavi, Caucasus Georgia. August 2011. Credit: Mzuriana.

 

I've only got one pot, one skillet, and a broiler pan set-up for cooking. No microwave. 

Most times, this presents no problem. 

On rare occasion, as was the case this morning, it did present a problem. 

I laughed when I realized my pickle. 

Yesterday, I made chicken soup (another rare event) after I'd roasted, then de-boned two whole chickens in the oven. 

I placed the pot of chicken soup in the refrigerator, as I would heat it for lunch today. 

This morning, when I went to prepare oatmeal, I wondered, "where is my pot"? 

Oh, right. 

Would that all problems be so easily resolved! I pulled out my one large salad bowl, poured the cold chicken soup into that, then made my oatmeal. 

Upon the achievement of my breakfast mission, I poured the soup back into the pot.

In an environment of a pandemic that won't go home, war, and retrogressive laws being promulgated in a panic to protect the institutionalization of racism and withdraw women's rights of self-determination ..... what a delightfully frivolous problem for me to resolve today. 

And it made me laugh to do so.