Cracking
This week is all about beer. Well, not really, but I want it to be. Hubby is away for work - the longest separation we've had since marriage and kids. After 5 days all I can say is kudos to all single parents out there! I will never divorce Hubby if only to avoid being a single parent, no matter how much he may irk me some days. So by the end of the day all I want to do is crack open a Trad and relax in the last of the evening sun. Alas, I have no beer. And there is something too trashy about going into the liquor store with a toddler and infant in tow, for a 6-pack.
In the third week of The Kitchn Cure we were tasked to finish up all previous tasks, buy any needed equipment, and generally get ready for upcoming weeks. This meant actually getting rid of the stuff I cleaned out. Thankfully I had a girlfriend visit who was headed to the thrift store the following day. Phew, saved me a trip to Goodwill.
One of the things that went out the door was this collection of bottle openers. In this day of twist-offs these were simply taking up space. Of course, there are always a few craft beers that make their way into the fridge that need an opener. I did keep one. It's a long way from the house we lived in ten years ago that had one of those soda fountain openers attached to the island in the kitchen.
Before I hit the liquor store and Lee Valley for my long desired microplane I will ask you - what useless tool have you found in your kitchen?
Silly Monday
Have you noticed a trend? My Monday posts for the past few weeks have included the ridiculous and the humourous. After the night/weekend we had with tummy troubles there is need to continue. Besides, it is our anniversary and for the last 3 years we've spent either our anniversary or Easter (or both) at the hospital. Today might just continue that trend. Hubby can't get out of bed and a trip to the hospital for fluids may be required if he doesn't get better. Happy Anniversary!
This picture does make me smile though. I snapped it last week. Again, I need to keep that girl attached to me when I move dinner making to the stove. I've mentioned the 'no hands on the cutting board' rule. And she knows not to touch Mama's knives. I guess I need to extend that to the knife block too. But don't the plastic knives from her play kitchen brighten things up a little?