Spilled Coffee
This morning my husband spilled a very large, very full cup of coffee all over my kitchen. I’m always surprised at the distance and reach that flailing liquid can achieve. It seemed as though the full contents of the cup had splattered all around me. But upon closer inspection I realized the majority of the coffee had emptied right into the closed drawer below. (Those who understand physics better than my high school education might explain this to me but I digress.) The dreaded utensil drawer, with all of its random spatulas, measuring cups, tongs and more were swimming in brown liquid. I had nowhere to be so I offered to clean it up as the hubs was in a hurry to get to work. It quickly occurred to me that a large percentage of the items existing in that drawer were things I never used. Or the items I did use existed in unnecessary multiples, some preferable to others. In some cases I didn’t even know what the tool was and why did I ...