I cleaned out my kitchen cabinet yesterday. I’m not the kind who wakes up one morning and decides that it’s cabinet cleaning day. I need motivation to get me into the scrubbing mood. I must say that a spilled half jar of honey is a pretty powerful motivator.
I spent a half hour scrubbing and trying to salvage what I could, cursing all pollinators in general and honeybees in particular. I had to throw away two cookbooks because they were spackled to the bottom of the cabinet. Technically, one was only a half cookbook. It broke into two pieces about ten years ago. Maybe I should have thrown it away sooner instead of letting it make three moves with us. Except that may be the cookbook that has my gingerbread recipe. Poop. It’s trash day. Oh, well. There’s always the possibility that the recipe I need is in the other half, which is still living in the cabinet somewhere.
I did a little purging while I was at it. I’m a big believer in the three Rs, so I tried to repurpose what I could. I am sure the kids won’t mind packing their goldfish crackers and apple juice in breast milk storage bags. And I have a Happy Baby food grinder that is up for grabs.*** I didn’t even know I had one of those. It doesn’t appear to have ever been used. Weird. I wonder what we fed Squish when he was a baby. I didn’t buy his baby food.
Anyway, in my investigations, I came across something pretty special, something that I clearly cannot throw away. And here’s where you come in, dear reader.
What the heck is this thing? It is clearly critical to the function of whatever it attaches to, but what that might be, I have no clue! Need another view?
It doesn’t match the color of any appliance or gadget I could find, but I know the moment I throw it away I’ll find that this stupid piece of plastic is critical to the survival of the free world. I’ve learned that lesson already.
So who knows what this thing is? What does it go to? Is it a cockroach racer? I don’t have roaches, but I know where I can get some.
***disclaimer Happy Baby food grinder does not in any way guarantee a happy baby. We are all responsible for our own happiness, even Junior. It’s a harsh world, you know.