I made a pact with myself when the hovel purge began — if something doesn’t have a place, if I can’t fit it, out it goes. That’s easier said than done, of course. I find this decision particularly difficult to stick to when it comes to kitchen items.
It’s killing me to toss perfectly good plastic ware, for example. I know I’m having a hard time, specifically with the plastic ware, because it’s expensive to replace. I’m trying to limit myself to hanging on to just two of each size/shape. Also, if the pieces have become separated from their lids, they’re goners. (Luckily, many of them have been! How that happens is still a mystery to me, but, I’ll take what I can get at this point.)
There are some other kitchen-related items that I know I can’t part with, but, for the life of me, I can’t seem to find the space to store them, either. These items include, but are not limited to, the toaster, the small crock-pot, the waffle iron, and the extra coffee maker. It may sound easier, to the uninitiated, to toss these things and just say “Sorry, we don’t have a toaster. You’ll just have to ‘make do’!”, but that seems unfair to the toast-eating population that reside here at the hovel — a population that rarely includes me, by the way — doesn’t it?
I could probably get rid of the small slow-cooker. I only use it a couple of times a year. It comes in handy, though, for those occasions when I do need it — Superbowl Sunday comes to mind. It may have to go, though. Folks around here may just have to get used to the idea that there will be no more Swedish meatballs on the menu. (It’s the perfect size for Swedish meatballs!)
I don’t know why I’ve even entertained the idea of putting either the waffle iron or the extra coffee maker on the chopping block. Neither one of those puppies are going anywhere. I don’t care if I have to put them under my bed. They’re staying.
Sure, I could make pancakes instead of waffles, but no one really likes pancakes — by “no one”, I really mean me and Fangette. Fang will, generally, eat anything put in front of him. Fangette and I are a little more discriminating when it comes to your batter-related products. Also, pancakes are far more labor-intensive; waffles are easier to make — drop the batter on, wait for the light to go off, and BAM! they’re done. So, yeah, I’m keeping the waffle iron.
As far as the extra coffee maker goes, I could try to convince myself that I’ll never run out of K-cups, but once in a while it happens. It always seems to happen on those mornings when I desperately NEED a cup of coffee — for those of you familiar with my capacity for coffee-drinking you know that’s pretty much EVERY morning! Unless I have the flu, I don’t go a day without my coffee. Of course, when I have the flu, that’s when I need the toaster, isn’t it?
Just when I think I’ve made some real progress, I’m faced with these difficult decisions — decisions that will have both long- and short-term effects on my ability to function in my kitchen. Part of me would like to box up the whole kit and kaboodle, to be honest with you. I’m beginning to think that dining out may be an excellent option.