What started as a simple cleaning of the crockery piece that holds the wooden spoons, turned into quite the fiasco. I washed the crock and the spoons but then decided that the dishpan full of sudsy water should not be wasted. I opened the cabinet that holds all of the baking needs. Yep, there sure is a lot of stuff crammed into that cabinet. It needed cleaning so I started pulling stuff and stacking it on the table. I pulled until I realized that one of the shelves was sort of just precariously dangling on two little dumaflaches (for lack of a better word). Somehow the entire side of the cabinet had shifted and was not doing its job of holding the shelf in place. Well, now! That would never do! I hurriedly pulled the rest of the items from that shelf. Oh, no! The other shelves were in the same situation. All of my glass bakeware was in danger of becoming glass shards upon my floor. Time to call Son.
While he assessed the damage to the cabinet, I did the same to the huge mountain of cooking utensils, bake pans, muffin liners, cookie cutters and whisks. Some of this stuff needed to be discarded but what? So I sorted....and sorted. That is when I realized that I had more than enough cookie cutters to run a full-blown bakery! Hundreds of the little cute figures were mounded on the floor since the table space was being occupied by fifty or so assorted pans. I do bake a lot but this is ridiculous! I counted. There were one hundred and ninety-two cookie cutters! Who needs that many? Fall leaves, pumpkins, stars, policemen, anchors, sailboats and ghosts...why? Gingerbread boys, witches, brooms, stockings, Christmas trees and crosses....why? Frankenstein's monster, moons, clubs, boy scout emblems (where I got that one is a good question since my boys were never in scouts.) and ducks....why? There is one that I even question why it was made in the first place. I have a cookie cutter in the shape of a baseball complete with little dotted lines to leave an imprint for stitches. This makes no sense. Could you not just use a glass to cut a circle and dot your own lines? Oh, my goodness.
Where do these things originate? Are they breeding in the dark depths of my cabinet? Should I sort and donate a good many? To be honest, I usually use the same ones that Mom and Grandmother used to use when they made cookies back during my childhood years. I have theirs. Those I cannot toss. What to do? What to do? Do I purge the cabinets of at least half or do I merely cede to the cutters and let them reside quietly in the back of the baking cabinet for the duration? Oh, how I hate to part with the cute little chickens! The reindeer! The bats! The owls! I CAN'T! I cannot do it!
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