When we had parties at Taffy’s, we also had Huff Girls (I know that’s not how it’s spelled, Susan). Your job was to clean up, pick up plates, and make sure the kitchen kept on kitchening.
It was work. But it was work I liked because, after a few hours, I was always pretty much done with dealing with people. Even friends and families. I love them dearly, but hours of small talk and catching up and yes, I did grow, are exhausting for me, so I liked hiding in the kitchen. I Huffed even when I cooked, which technically was not what we were supposed to do, but you couldn’t really ask Taffy to Huff.
This Thanksgiving, we had a break while everything was in the oven and folks took time to chill and relax. And I cleaned. I did dishes, washed some pots by hand, cleaned the counters, and took out trash. Then, after we ate, I wandered back into the kitchen and within half an hour had everything in tupperware and in the fridge, dishes in the machine, and a clean kitchen again.
I don’t ‘clean as I cook’ as well as I could, but I Huff, and I Huff damn well.