Things I don’t know how I lived without (Part 2 of 2)

Last week I wrote about the things I didn’t know how I lived without. This week is less dramatic. I could certainly live without these things, but I am going to recommend them anyway because they have made my life marginally better.

As an example of how frivolous but great some of these things are, the first thing I’m going to recommend is a bag of sugar cubes. Not only sugar cubes but ~*~fancy~*~ sugar cubes. I popped into our local Whole Foods competitor for some item I could only get there and, like always, I ended up walking away with a handful of unnecessary things like jade rice and a bag of fancy sugar cubes. I think I mostly wanted to see what made a fancy sugar cube fancy (spoiler: I am still not sure). That was over a year ago, and despite using them pretty regularly, I still have a lot. What I’ve discovered is that they can be used to turn a bottle of Andre’ into champagne cocktails. Put a fancy sugar cube in a champagne flute. Sprinkle on some bitters. When you pour in the champagne, the sugar cube fizzes up like a science experiment. Guests find it delightful and it requires no mixing skills. Also think how hard core you look when you make your guests an Old Fashioned. It’s like you just morphed from one of the non-David Beckham-banging Spices into Posh Spice.

My next suggestion is decidedly un-Posh, though. (Bye-bye, David Beckham). I think everyone should have a supply of paper plates. You don’t want to have a reason to hesitate about having your friends over. If you’re worried about the environment, let me put it this way: if you have so many friends over for dinner that it actually affects climate change, you are probably also bringing a great amount of joy into the world.

Speaking of joy, let me introduce you to my salt pig.

A ceramic container of salt shaped like a pig

Anything that makes it easier to properly salt your food is worth it. I’m not going to lie and pretend that I would like this as much if it didn’t look like a cute little pig. In programming, we have a concept called “rubber duck debugging”. The idea is that you can talk your problem through with anyone, even an actual rubber duckie like the one I have on my desk, and the process of talking it through helps you solve it. In my kitchen, instead of a rubber duck, I have Salt Pig. I complain to him about how my dish just doesn’t taste right and I’m worried. He always suggests the same solution: “add more salt.”

My last life recommendation is to buy a knife sharpener. We’ve all heard that a dull knife is more dangerous than a sharp one. I’m personally a little skeptical, but I will heartily agree that a dull knife is less enjoyable. Even when I barely cooked for myself at all, I understood the value of a knife sharpener, I just grew up poor and was not a person who was in the habit of buying things. See my entry on pot holders if you need further proof of the lengths I go to to avoid buying things. In addition to it costing money, adding a knife sharpener had an difficulty level because you had to know how to use it, I thought. Turns out that I was confusing a knife sharpener with a honing steel, which is used to straighten the blade. A knife sharpener, instead, is generally simple to use and you can even get automatic ones. The one I had cost $5 and was worth it for the sheer amount of frustration it removed from my life.

Alright, comments are open. What item did you put off buying for a ridiculously long time only to discover what a fool you were?

Things I don’t know how I lived without (Part 1 of 2)

My boyfriend and I live what some would term a “bachelor lifestyle”. Or if you are a millennial, if you looked at our apartment you might say we are having problems “adulting”. This is mostly because we are childless and can live our lives in any ridiculous manner we choose, not because we are irresponsible. Our living room may be decorated with month-old party decorations and our towels don’t match, but trust me, we have our shit together where it matters. And that includes kitchen tools.

Every now and then something new enters your life and you wonder how the heck you lived without it. I have several of those items in the kitchen, and today I would like to share my years of experience with them in case they haven’t entered your life yet. The best part is that each of these alone is pretty cheap. Cheap in the way that if you put them on your wedding registry, these are the items all your underpaid millennial friends will rush to buy.

The author wearing two potholders.
I just realized I am wearing the same dress in the only other photo of me on this blog. I swear I have more than one outfit.

The first is a potholder, and preferably an oven mitt. Although I cut my crafting teeth as a child sewing and crocheting potholders, as a young adult they seemed frivolous. Why was I wearing a shirt if not to use for any task that required fabric, such as wiping my nose or grabbing burning items from an oven? I wish I had been self-aware enough to write down a list of all of the extremely dangerous ways I have moved hot objects in the kitchen, but if I were that self-aware, I would have just bought a damned potholder. Suffice it to say, my attempts were both creative and terrible in an America’s Funniest Home Videos-type of way.

In my family, most  Christmas gifts come with the label “as seen on tv,” so I have also used an Ove Glove and a silicone oven mitt. I still prefer the traditional quilted oven mitts that you can get for $3 new or .50 from Goodwill, lightly singed. The Ove Glove has individual fingers, which feels weirdly unsafe to me, despite what the label says. Silicone oven mitts have the opposite problem; it feels like you’re trying to perform a delicate task in a Stay Puft suit. Nope, nothing beats a good old-fashioned fabric potholder, not even your shirt.

The next item I’m going to recommend is a bag clip, preferably a million of them. If you can see your photos under all of the magnetic clips on your fridge, you are doing it wrong. Similar to not owning a potholder, not having bag clips handy forces you to use up all of your creativity in useless places. You could be the next Picasso, dammit, if it weren’t for your ill-equipped kitchen.

A bag of tostadas with a binder clip and a bag of brown sugar with a rubberband.
Neither of these count as bag clips.

The most expensive item on my must-own list is a Magic Bullet. Remember how I said that all of my Christmas presents come from infomercials? This is the only infomercial product I’ve ever owned that does exactly what it says it does. I actually own its slightly higher-end cousin the Nutribullet, which is what I would recommend for vegans who are chopping lots of cashews. The Vitamix is always described as the vegan holy grail, but I’ve never encountered a recipe in which my Nutribullet didn’t perform the task at least well-enough. I use it any time a recipe calls for a blender, a food processor, or a grinder. I am going to have to write an entire other series about how I use my Nutribullet because I could talk about it all day.

Ok, just one more example. My ultimate quick dinner is to boil some pasta, and while it’s boiling, I throw whatever is laying around into the Nutribullet to make a sauce. Peppers and miso, cashews and nutritional yeast, avocado and basil, microwave-steamed cauliflower and practically anything. Drain the pasta and toss with the sauce. Done.

My last suggestion for must-have kitchen tool is an electric tea kettle. Yes my fellow apple-pie-blooded, baseball cap saluting Americans, I am talking to you. You don’t realize how much hot water you really need in the kitchen until it’s easily available to you. Think of all the times you’ve let the tap run just to get your water slightly warmer than tepid. You can do better.

Well that’s it for now. I’m going to see if I can do a hypnosis session and get back to you with my repressed memories of kitchen tragedies that happened from using forks to remove hot items from the oven.

Red Bull Organic Waters

I’m drinking some Red Bull organic sparkling water because that’s a thing now. If you ever thought, “what if I could get the great taste of Red Bull without the caffeine,” then this drink is for you. Like literally for you. You are the only person who wants this.

The line is called Red Bull Organics and they are made with all “natural” ingredients and contain neither taureine or vitamin-C, aka caffeine. They don’t even throw any extraneous vitamins in there just to make it worth your while. They are making it solely to jump onto the La Croix trend and you are drinking it solely because you enjoy punishing yourself.

The line only launched in San Diego and North Carolina, and yet there is a giant bin of them for free on campus here, sponsored by Amazon. The simplest explanation is that they are giving them away free for promotional reasons, but I prefer to think that they are being automatically delivered by the Autofac from the show Electric Dreams. No human consciousness is involved in them appearing here on campus, yet here they are.

The line consists of four flavors, much like the pretty terrible new Diet Coke flavor line. In the case of Red Bull, the new flavors are Simply Cola, Bitter Lemon, Ginger Ale and Tonic Water. Tonic Water seems the most passable, but I was only able to get my hands on Bitter Lemon and Ginger Ale. The Bitter Lemon tastes like they invented Sprite, but then had to add a twist, bitterness, to not make it a complete rip off. The bitterness is very bitter, almost like lemon pith. It tastes a bit like a vodka soda. After drinking it, my lips smelled like rubbing alcohol. The flavor is so medicinal that I can see it becoming the kind of thing you hate but then become psychologically addicted to.

The Ginger Ale flavor is safer. Ginger Ale is ginger ale, and they aren’t claiming to do any cute twists on it like the “bitter” in the lemon.

Unfortunately, it looks like it would be $20 plus shipping to get the flavors I’m missing. I’m going to stop short of using the American health care system to pay for my work, so I’m not going to set up a GoFundMe. Instead I’ll leave the Soda Pop Shop tab open in the background until the day I drunkenly decide it’s worth it. This is the tried and true method that got me a rose gold karaoke microphone and a money gun. I guess what I’m saying is, if you want to see further soda reviews, buy me a drink.