Okay, many things.
For example, when I came home from the grocery store on Saturday, I told Matt to sit down because I had terrible news. "The grocery store was out of kale. All kinds of kale. Gone!"
He asked if that was it and, when I nodded, went back to what he was doing, mumbling something along the lines of, "I thought something was actually wrong."
Um, hello, dear husband. No kale makes Katy one unhappy customer, and I felt the shortage warranted a big fuss, thankyouverymuch.
Anyway, I digress... to the next item deserving of a fanfare, parade, and possibly even a national holiday -- the flat whisk.
What Matt thought was an average culinary stocking stuffer has turned out to be the love of my life in the kitchen.
Making anything on the stove-top has become infinitely easier, thanks to a tool that is perfect for mixing and scraping the bottom of the pan. Things like homemade tomato sauces (recipe coming soon!) and the base for shepherd's pie are now a breeze.
Plus, I need only dirty one utensil rather than two or three, including a regular round whisk that has become a bit misshapen thanks to someone trying to flatten it against its will.
Turns out I'm dramatic and stubborn.
Moral of the story: You must get yourself a flat whisk. Stat!