A nice thing about painting...
...is that it forces me to keep my dishes washed. My bathroom sink isn’t big enough to accomodate the big butcher pan I’m using as a palette nowadays, so I clean the thing off in the kitchen sink, and I have enough of a self-preservation instinct that I really don’t want to sluice cadmium residue over my eating utensils. (Hmm, I suppose I could use the bathtub.)
Not that I use as many dishes as I used to. Fresh fruit (and occasional veggies) make up a big part of my current diet. (I’m using diet in the “habitual nourishment” sense here, not the “kind and amount of food prescribed for a special reason” sense. Or the “national or provincial legislature” sense either, for all that I suspect my local and national legislatures are made up largely of vegetables.)