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Death of a Salad Tosser 2:30 p.m. 2005-02-02 How I hate the smell of burning plastic coming from the dishwasher! Is there anything worse than that? EEEEWW.. No, I didn't burn another set of baby bottle nipples. This time, the handy one hand salad tosser fell victim to the unforgiving dishwasher drying grill! I found it lying there helpless on the floor of the dishwasher. It's once perfect claws were now shriveled in a blob of black plastic. It's been days since it melted, however the smell yet lingers in my kitchen and throughout my home, especially when it goes back to the drying cycle of each new load of dishes. It's a constant reminder of the demise of my poor salad tosser. So many salads, so many tomatoes and lettuce leaves, croutons, bacon bits it has touched throughout the years. And now, it's sitting in my garbage can waiting for the ultimate day of destruction. How sad is that? I'm really not going to miss that salad tosser; true it was a perfect one handed Faberware accessory, but, I am open for change. It gives me the perfect excuse to go out and find a replacement. Perhaps it was mean't to burn a slow, firey death, nevermind that it was given to me by a "friend" who believed that I was a "psycho chick" and never wanted to see me again. The sentimental value (?) of this gift is long gone. Honestly, can one really obtain a personal attachment or sentimental value towards a kitchen accessory? If someone gives you a salad tosser as a gift, there is absolutely no future in your relationship. Burn baby, burn! Salad tosser, your time here in my kitchen is gone! You are no longer needed! (witch cackling..cackle, cackle) "I'm melting! I'm melting!!" Coelha@aol.com |