Kitchen Gadgets

Kitchen Gadgets

No one loves kitchen gadgets more than me. I have kitchen gadgets for every culinary purpose you can imagine. I have kitchen gadgets for cleaning corn, eating corn, buttering corn, and even for keeping the water from boiling over when I cook corn.

I have kitchen gadgets for opening jars, closing jars, picking up hot jars when I am canning, filling jars, and even labeling jars. Unfortunately I don’t have many jars, since people never seem to give them back after I share my homemade canned goods.

I have kitchen gadgets for peeling apples, making apple sauce, juicing apples, and even for making sure the crust on my apple pie doesn’t burn. Sometimes when I am using one of my rather new fangled kitchen gadgets to peel garlic or cook pasta in a plastic tube, I sigh and wonder how my old granny ever survived with out such wonderful kitchen gadgets.

I tried to picture living in a world where corn skewers didn’t exist or a time when there wasn’t a blender that came complete with a mug attachment. I could barely imagine a kitchen that didn’t have a coffee maker that also made cappuccino and espresso. What about an era that didn’t have a vibrating stick that could be plopped into milk to make it frothy or a mixer that practically did everything but put the cookies in the oven for you.

Of course granny would laugh at what I have lovingly termed the appliance graveyard. You know what I am talking about. That cupboard full of kitchen gadgets that seemed like such a good buy at the time. Somehow, they were used once and then made their way to the appliance graveyard. The snow cone maker the kids begged for. The sandwich making machine. The funnel cake kit. The quesadilla press. The smoothie twister. The juicer that could crush a whole pineapple, but took four hours to clean. The blender that sounds like an airplane engine. The deep fryer, the turkey fryer, the donut fryer. The nacho cheese melting thing, the pizza toaster, the hotdog roaster. The list goes on and on.

The last time I looked in the vortex I call the appliance graveyard, I realized what my grandmother had that I with all my kitchen gadgets don’t have. Space. Beautiful, luxurious space. Her counters were pristine and she didn’t have to store half of her pots an pans in the dish strainer on her counter. In fact, she even put the dish strainer away between doing the dishes.