Friday, July 1, 2011
Ode to Salad Spinner
Dear Salad Spinner,
You, quite simply, rock. You are an atrocious, look-at-me Velveeta yellow and made in the 80s - but you stand the test of time.
Without you, there would be aphids on the lettuce, manure on the spinach, cat pee on the kale.
Once, you even diverted a tantrum. (See this Frasier? It spins. Fast. You try. Good, good.)
I feel like a fool when I spin at maximum speed, but your whirring sound is, at the same time, gratifying.
You and I will clock major quality time together in the next three months.
In thanks, and in praise of your contribution to our sanitation efforts,