In the midst of preparing dinner, the spoon I’d set atop a pot tumbled and bounced along the floor. A mess indeed. But before addressing the cleanup, I needed to stir the stew, and for that, I needed another spoon. The utility drawer slid open a bit then stopped, stuck betwixt and between because it was stuffed beyond operational capacity with stuff.
Dislodging the handle of some turner or another freed the drawer to open fully. Searching through layers of hot pads and turners and stirrers and mashers and flippers and ballers and sifters, I began emptying the drawer of its contents, putting everything on the counter.
As the stew bubbled, I began sorting. First, the stirrer/beaters: two of modern vintage, two of an earlier time. The taller one belonged to my mother-in-law. It sports a wooden handle and the ring thing moves back and forth. It’s a great stirrer. The boing-y looking beater caught my eye at an estate sale. I liked the shape and bought it. Oh, dear, which to keep?
Three mashers. Oh, my. The dark handled round bottomed-square holed masher was in a box of kitchen stuff I bought at an estate sale. It is a master pulverizer and makes short work of mashing potatoes. It’s one of my very favorite utilities. One will stay, the other two must go.
Two sets of measuring spoons, because I cook/bake with both hands at once or what? The ceramic spoons were a gift from a cookware store where I did a book signing. The spoons accompanied recipes of the region, which I especially use in blueberry season. The aluminum set is held together with an old safety pin, clipped together by a homemaker many years ago. The measurements are worn smooth from the handles, perhaps rubbed flat after hand drying with a flour sack towel, as these spoons never saw the inside of a dishwasher.
At some point, I must have anticipated a baking career. How else to explain three sifters? The mesh screen strainers were purchased as a pair and each has held its share of rinsed berries or cherries draining. But the squeezy handled one is fun to use! How many to stay, any to go?
My green handled spatula is not going anywhere. It belonged to my mother-in-law, and I’ve kept it working as hard as she did, especially slicing brownies into squares while still in the pan and slipping them up and out a row at a time, onto a dessert platter. But modern pans scratch, and aesthetics aside, a silicone turner is a must. Two came out of the drawer; two will return.