Last weekend I didn’t cook. At all. Not a single thing! Instead of spending a full day in the kitchen, I spent two full days deep cleaning the main floor of my apartment. In the aftermath of this decision, my hands are a wreck from essentially soaking in Lysol for 30 hours (why didn’t I wear gloves?), there is not a speck of dust in the entire place, the floors are shiny and the apartment has a faint chemical smell that signals to anyone who enters that this is a home that has recently been cleaned within an inch of its life.
