I tell you what; nothing will make you appreciate your own kitchen like a holiday in a self-catering accommodation. Each and every time we sign up for a week here, and two weeks there in one of these style lets it becomes very clear how reliant we are on our kitchenware. Sure, some might say you should be able to get by on less than a fully stocked kitchen, but notice they never say you should enjoy it.

Aside from the fact that I become a bit of a germaphobe in kitchens regularly used by others, and insufficiently cleaned by others, I actually miss my own utensils and accessories. Yes, it is true, I do give these mini kitchens a complete wash down. But, considering the things I have found I will not be talked out of this practice. No, it is not the most relaxing, or enjoyable way to begin a holiday, but it puts my mind at ease.

Once pots have been scrubbed with soapy hot water, meaning old fried egg residue banished, and the rings of unidentifiable substances removed from mugs I can breathe easier. The members of our group are well aware of the fact that from this juncture forward if they come across any gunk left over on the silverware, or other reminders of past holiday makers they are not to let me know about it.

Well, I breathe easier, but then annoyance arrives when it is time to actually prepare a meal for the family. It is at this point that I reach for the cutlery. Sure, you guys know this drill. At home I would have appropriately sharpened knives for different purposes, but in those “make due” rentals you should be happy if there is more than one knife. All too often, there will be a large knife dull as a river rock is smooth to hack at your vegetables, poultry and baked goods.

Now, I know this is making me sound like a kitchen diva, but come on, you know this is all true. Some people might be better at taking it in stride than I am, but we all notice these things. And because the supplies in these facilities are so diminished, I have even thought that it might be a ploy by my spouse to make me more appreciative of all that we are fortunate enough to have.

Whether I am giving him too much credit or not, I can’t be certain. But what I do know for sure is that I praise my saucepans and my butcher’s block when we return home. Frankly, even my overgrown collection of Tupperware makes me smile. And then and there I promise never to take any of it for granted again.