A crowded kitchen

When I cook, my babies immediately begin crowding my space.  In our old house, I had a nice rectangle with only one open side for myself which was therefore quite easy to protect.  Here, all I can mangage is a small equilateral triangle, with two open sides, which is very penetrable.  They are next to me.  They are behind me.  They somehow get in front of me.

In preparing tonight's dinner, the darlings are outdoors, inspired by the NBA Champs, playing basketball.  And yet, my kitchen is still crowded.  I'm making rice with garlicky greens, mostly cabbage.  As I was inspecting the rather bedraggled-looking beet and kohlrabi leaves, They came.  Belaynesh.  Addis.  Mimi. Senait.  Muluatua.  And Konjit.  And so I rolled up those totally edible, nutritious leaves, sliced them and threw them in the pot.  Thanks, my sisters.