The list below is the contents of my mom's 'silverware' drawer. I loosely call its contents silverware as this is the drawer in my mom's house where one has the highest probability of finding a piece of silverware that one might desire to use, for eating, or whatever. Many people use a tray to organize silverware. These conformist robots foolishly sort the silverware into seperate sections of the tray so that each time you reach for a desired piece, be it knife, or fork, or spoon, your hand easily finds the piece of silverware and withdraws it.
Now I ask you, where is the challenge in that? Isn't it more exciting to get a mild surprise when you want to get a fork or knife and instead withdraw a nearly-as-useful spoon?
Contents follow:
- Assorted miscellaneous flatware
- 2 packs Captain's Wafers: Cream Cheese and Chives Crackers
- 1 wire wisk
- 8 lids to sour cream, cottage cheese, yogurt containers
- 3 pickle jar lids
- 1 peanut butter jar lid, well cleaned
- 1 can of Chicken of the Sea Pink Crab
- 2 packets of soy sauce, Kimlan
- several ounces of whole cashews, roasted, salted, and stale
- spatula
- shears
- garlic press
- 36" gold-colored chain
- 1 pack Aqua drops breathmints
- 12 pieces, individually wrapped, Nicorette gum
- 1 pie knife
- 3 packets containing one moist towlette per packet
- 1 baking spatula
- 1 set disposable chopsticks
- 1 plastic grocery bag
- 1 potato peeler
- 1 corn holder
- 1 package of seeds
- 1 rubber band
- paperclips
- Roland kobe style mustard
- several twisty ties
- 1 fine tip artists paint brush, stained and battered
- 1 charcoal pencil
- 1 paring knife sharpener taped to a 3x5 piece of corrugated cardboard
2 comments:
You leave me with the toothsome image of you reaching in the silverware drawer to eat your eggs at Nancy's...
and pulling out a paper clip, then a peanut butter cap lid. Given your usual easygoing self, I then see you shrugging your shoulders, handing Jill a paper-clip, and eating your eggs with the peanut butter lid, just as Jill shakes her head somberly and spends three minutes searching for a fork, eggs steadily growing colder.
and you add, helpfully, "Honey, your eggs are getting cold."
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