So, this is one of those actions that began as good intentions. And then, in Surely fashion, it just got out of control.
This is my kitchen tools drawer:
What? You don't save every straw ever?
As I've talked about, I've been intentionally working on my footprint on this earth. Straws were one of those easy ones to do. I'll wash and reuse them, keep some in the trucks, and keep a
hoard stash. This worked out really well. Until it didn't.
I needed a spatula (yes, I know what that is) and couldn't find it. It's a mystery as to why. Hmmm.
I fished out all of the kitchen tools and this is what it looks like:
But you see there was once a semblance of organization? There is a utensil sorter in that drawer. I get scooby snacks for trying. Until you see this:
|I've thrown that wooden spoon away. Gross. |
That drawer is the Bermuda Triangle of kitchen tools
So what had happened was I kept the straws (when I could) while I was still working in an office. I would cycle them through on the regular. Rinse/wash them in soapy water then run through the dishwasher. It would be about three uses before I tossed them.