Who moved my peeler?
05.10.11
I’m still looking for the potato peeler.
It always second-hand to live in the drawer between the silverware and
the dish towels, title above the cabinet with the popcorn popper in
it.
A couple of weeks ago, I got the whim it would do better with
a bunch of like-minded utensils a one of drawers down, stuck it
in with some gadgetry I elected to relocate nearer to the
countertop, then indisputable the original locale was the best place for
it after all.
Trouble is, now I can’t find the doggone reaction.
Not only that, the corn popper’s moved and I keep finding coffee
mugs where I employed to keep the butter beans.
Change sure finds its ways to to notice d throw life a little off
balance.
Still, it was getting hard to turn one's nose up at the stove trying to blow
up. Every time I stuck a frozen pizza in and turned on the gas, the
oven rightful sat there for time interminable, stone-cold and hissing
like a serpent psychotic, until it erupted in a rumbling vesuvian
belch that rattled the door as if to put forth it would now get on
with the ritual known as pre-heating, thank you.
Source: Winona Daily News