“You have to get rid of some stuff!” My husband tells me every so often. “Stuff”, referring to the multitude of kitchen appliances I have amassed over the years. It has come to a point where we’ve had to put in extra shelving in the garage to accommodate my “little helpers”.
I’ve learned to engage my inner zombie every time he brings this up. I don’t even bother pretending NOT to know what he’s talking about. I just zone out…
Yes, it’s true, guilty as charged, I am a kitchen appliance hoarder. Every time I make an attempt to get rid of one of them I always find myself thinking “Oh but in the future, I just might actually use it again…” Never mind that I have only used my express pizza oven once (I find now that cranking the oven heat right up and a pizza stone works just fine.). I don’t even want to remember the vacuum sealer that I bought a year ago after buying Thomas Keller’s Sous Vide Cookbook, which sadly, remains unopened. There’s also the smoker, the portable barbecue, the tagine…