Yesterday I presented you, my dear readers, with a mystery of epic proportions, and you came through for me. I knew you would. T This? My favorite guesses were: A paper airplane, a cat or a teapot, brought to us … Continue reading
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.
So yay! The new refrigerator is here. I wasn’t the one home when it was delivered and hooked up, so I didn’t get a good look at things until later. Here’s what I found this morning.
Whatever it is, it’s wedged behind the crisper drawer. I was hoping it would drop into the drawer underneath. It will not.
Like the Ice Man of Switzerland, I do not know how it got there, or where it was going, but it will be preserved forever in its frosty grave. We have a narrow kitchen, and the fridge nestled against a wall. It is physically impossible to open the door wide enough to pull the drawer out without moving the refrigerator into the living room. And I’m not gonna.
So here’s hoping that this mystery item isn’t actually important. Husband hasn’t noticed it yet. I guess I’ll find out in a few hours if he actually reads my blog.