Vox Humana wrote:
> Except for the fact that my kitchen isn't large and I don't keep liquor in
> the fridge, you could be talking about me. I have an awkwardly designed
> kitchen. I keep the flour in my pantry which technically is across the
hall
> from the kitchen. I also sling garbage into the sink with abandon in
> anticipation of sending it down the disposal.

I understand being stuck with the kitchens we have -- I'm in that position
myself. But the BF Contessa is not in that position. She can afford whatever
kitchen she wants, and still "her kitchen" is laid out and stocked and
furnished in a nonsensical fashion considering the credentials she claims.

Again, I maintain that she does not cook. She appears to cook, or seems to
cook and really really wants people to believe that she cooks, but she does
not cook. No one who truly cooks or has cooked for a living would put up
with that "kitchen" of hers.

Further, she slings *everything* into the sink. Not everything can go down
the disposal, but that doesn't seem to bother her (I give greater credence
to Rachael Ray's garbage bowl). And the masses of slop and dripping goo she
blithely slaps down onto her counters and surfaces... the BF Contessa
doesn't clean up after herself, ever. Again, she is someone who doesn't have
to. She would never cut it as a *cook*.

<however, and quite sadly, the appearance of something is confimation enough
that the thing that appears to be, is.>