Years ago when I did not like to cook or really even know how, part of the reason I hated cooking was because I could never clean my pots and pans all the way. Or it took an hour to scrub it spotless.
So it would take mountains of inspiration to get in the kitchen and try something because I dreaded the dish washing aftermath that awaited me. And back then my husband was not the official dishwasher of the house like he is now. I figured if I wasn’t able to cook anything that was actually edible or enjoyable then it wasn’t fair to make him wash the dishes. The dishes were my personally imposed punishment for not being good enough in the kitchen.
Now I realize this is old hat to some folks, but to others it just might blow your mind like it did mine when I first learned this trick from a neighbor. It literally changed my life.