Two months ago, Timo from Crazy Chinese Family blogged about his mom in law’s kitchen rag. While reading his post, all the emotions about my Chinese mom’s
Chucky the murder rag hideous rag which were deeply buried inside me came up again. Therefore I decided to deviate a little from my plans I had for my blog and do a little special on it too. And thank you Timo, years of therapy are wasted now!
When we visited her today, I took the opportunity to take a photo of her current victim: a grey kitchen cloth. Just before I took the photo, she used it to clean fish guts off the table.
Never have I seen any household article which is so suitable for such a wide variety of uses: a plain kitchen rag in a Chinese kitchen. While one uninformed Austrian girl like me might think, that they can be only used for wiping the working surface in the kitchen to free it from dirt and leftovers, it is actually a rainbow pooping unicorn in China. My Chinese parents actually use it for so much more:
- You can actually clean anything in the kitchen with it: the work space, the sink, the floor, any kitchen equipment, any dishes, knives, dirty plates, pans, your hands…
- You can practically use it anywhere where food is involved: clean the table before you eat, after you eat, clean fish guts off the table, clean your own face with it, clean your grandchildren’s faces when they are dirty, cover rising dough with it, cut meat – clean knife with it – cut another ingredient…
- Spread it over the kitchen utensils you just washed with it and let it dry. When it is dry, you can dry anything with it: the work space, your hands, kitchenware you have just washed before…
And what is the best of all of it? You can use it every day for anything and it does not need to be washed. Ever! If it has dissipated completely after a year or so, you can just get a new one.
(Sarcasm end!) The time I lived together with them, the kitchen rag was my personal nightmare. I felt germs spreading all over my hand every time I accidentally touched it. Every week I washed it with the towels and dish cloths secretly so I could stand it a little more. Every time I touched it with my pointer finger and thumb to put it in the washing machine, I was urged to wash my hands really thoroughly afterwards. By the way, I was always scolded by my Chinese dad that I washed the towels and dish cloths (he did not know about the kitchen rag) we used for a week every week, but that is another story.
Have you also encountered your own personal nightmare in someone’s kitchen? Or am I just too much of a neat freak and overreacting here?