# kitchen

## A different lens of sorts

Especially in big companies where these monoliths spanned more than a team’s cognitive horizon, violations of those boundaries were often a simple import away, and of course rife.

Most of this is way, way over my head but I’m now introduced to the concept of “cognitive horizon”, which applies to more than IT. It describes perfectly what’s happening when I’m expediting in a restaurant.

## This is my “I’m being a shill” moment

I recently discovered Instacart is able to deliver Costco and…

OMFG

GAME CHANGER. STUFF is CHEAP and at VOLUME.

Granted, not Commercial Foodservice Company cheap, but for home use this is fucken ferpect.

• Got 20 lb Basmati rice for like, 20 bucks.
• 6 lb of pasta elbows for *checks notes* 6 bucks
• Eggs are stupid cheap, pick how many you want.
• Bleach? I got me a lot of bleach.
• EVOO! A gallon of it is 15 bucks!
• Canola oil! 6 qt are 10 bucks!

I got some more things to round out the pantry for pasta production but for getting all of this stuff delivered? I can probably order once a month and 80% of my grocery shopping is done right there and then.

Now, they don’t have everything at the store available. They don’t have kosher salt (well they do but it’s the Kirkland brand. I prefer Morton or Diamond). The meat and fish selection is somewhat limited but they got the basics on there. Produce is good but I’d rather mosey down to the neighborhood coop for that.

Again, for me the angle here is the delivery; I bike everywhere and carrying all the stuff on my last order on my bike rack would probably require at least 5 trips, so the 8.99 delivery charge is totally worth it. This isn’t a promoted post (ugh) but there are many use cases for exactly this kind of thing at this volume, which is right in between “let’s pick up groceries on the way home” and “I need to open a sysco/us foods/reinhart account”:

• People with more than two kids. Kids eat a fucken hell of a lot. You ate a lot when you were a kid, you just don’t remember it.
• Disabled/sick people.
• People who literally don’t have the time, like when you’re working 2 full-time jobs. Good luck finding time to cook, much less to buy the groceries.
• People without cars, like myself.

Anyway, click on this here referral link so I get a fucken discount on my next order and you get cheap groceries. Everyone wins.

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## It’s more fun to yell at people anyway

A nicely set table, fresh flowers, candles, and music are well and good, but if you have to look at a heap of pots and pans while you’re eating, that special effort you’ve put into dinner into is lost. Guess what? Close the door. Problem solved.

The author raises a very good point, and this is one of the reasons why people just love to go out for dinner. You don’t have to worry about buying the ingredients, prepping them, cooking them, and then washing those dishes to be put away at some later time.

Hell, I like to cook and I felt tired from just writing that. So people go out for dinner.

Another benefit of an enclosed kitchen: When you burn something — which you will if you cook for long enough — you don’t risk having the entire studio/apartment fill up with smoke and then smelling weird for days, possibly weeks.

## Just gotta figure out what to make other than cookies, now…

Kitchenaid! So shiny and chrome! Much neat so new!

## What Can Men Do?

If you’re reading this, there’s about an 80% chance that you’re a man. So after you give me the secret man club handshake, let’s talk about what we men can do, right now, today, to make programming a more welcoming profession for women.

http://blog.codinghorror.com/what-can-men-do/

Also applies to the service industry, particularly in the kitchen. I’m not the only one who thinks this way (there are too many places you can find that. If you work in the service industry, you’ll know where to look.)

## Kitchen time, y’all

Signs you worked in a restaurant kitchen.

I’m guilty of carrying a sharpie and eating out of quart containers and consuming alarming quantities of coffee and.

Ah, fuck it, I’m guilty of them all.