"Don't forget to put that back when you're finished!" I can hear it echoing in my head. My mother has said it so many times in my life I don't even have to hear it to know when she would say it to me. Hearing her voice echoing reminds me to do just that. But apparently there are others that weren't brought up to do that. Others that had servants, or employees or maids either at their workplace where they spent most of their time or at home while they were growing up. They got used to not putting things away and never had to worry about it not being there when they went to find it because they always had someone going around after them and putting things where they were supposed to go. I can't find the cooling rack! Where are the scissors?! Ok, I'm all ready for work just have to dry my hair .... WHERE'S THE HAIR DRYER?!?! These are the problems with living with someone who was brought up like that when your household runs on individuality.

"Ha, cookbooks are for people who don't know how to cook." You may think a professional chef was saying these words but you'd be wrong. Instead it was a Chinese man to me as I was making casserole. Of course at the time I got upset with him for saying that and it hurt me to not really want to cook much any more. But now I understand. After all the majority of all of this Chinese man's cooking is stir fry. Stir fried once you know what you're doing and it's true, you don't need a cookbook to throw things together and stir fry them. But you do need a cookbook to make bread, or cookies for that matter. Both of which, as being part of the baking area, are not things that this Chinese man has ever come across. So slowly I get to understand the meaning behind his words, what he's not saying to me is almost as important as what he is saying, if not more so.