dear kitchen witch, why / did you abandon me and / let disaster strike
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Since I have been trying to cook lately, I decided I needed new wooden spoons. So, while I was at Target spending about a thousand dollars on, you know, toothpaste and clothes detergent, I picked up a set of spoons. I decided on a set from designer Michael Graves that looked like maple wood and felt nice and sturdy even when stirring the big pot of gArBanZo bEanS (garbanzo beans, garbanzo beans). Monday I made pasta with a spicy tomato sauce laden with bella mushrooms that I got on sale. I was sautéing and simmering when I looked at the sauce pan and saw a large something sitting on top. It made me shudder the way you shudder when you see something that should not be in your food. It was an immediate recognition: a piece of my new spoon had detached from the rest of the spoon. I could not detect any splinters or anything else, so I skimmed the sauce and tossed it. I was determined to salvage as much of the mushrooms as I could.
I was terribly disappointed, though, since I have cooked with wood spoons that I had had for about twenty years before buying these new spoons. In fact, those spoons were probably the ones you buy in the little bag for about two dollars. I never had a problem with them until they just started looking pretty beat. I figured with the immunity issues of treatment, I didn’t need to worry about bacteria in my cooking utensils. This must truly be a case of “they sure don’t make ’em like they used to.”
Tuesday I was heating up my tea when the microwave started arcing. Upon inspection I saw two marks burned into the edge of the door from the main housing of the microwave compartment. I had seen these two spots before because I have always tried to clean them away, not ever thinking that they were burn spots. Well, they apparently burned through the housing, and that’s what caused the arcing. I was thinking that I would replace it after the holidays when businesses have appliance sales, but I don’t know that I can wait that long.
Finally, yesterday while making my holiday rum balls, I was stirring the liquid ingredients the second spoon from the trio. I’m not even going to tell you what happened because you know already. Maybe it’s time to write to the Wooden Spoon Division at Michael Graves.
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