Do you have one of those drawers?
You know the ones that contain anything and everything, and seems always to be overflowing.
Gom used to despair at ours. He would always suggest I rid the drawer of really essential items, such as a tin opener which only partially works. But, it does have a great bottle top remover!
Or, the egg slicer, that Gom insisted was seldom used, which would then, produce a flurry of boiled eggs to be sliced to use in salads and such. Or, the cheese slicer, which I doubt has ever actually been used, but then... one never knows when it might be needed.
There are the collection of non stick-surface-safe-utensils. Spoons, spatulas, fish slices, forks, and tongs along with the vegetable peelers, with brushes and other pitting/gouging features. I will admit the vegie peelers don't seem to figure largely on the list of 'most used', but on the other hand, they are handy if we have visitors, who wish to peel or slice.
Being left handed, I am rather protective of my pet vegie peelers. They almost become rendered utterly useless if right handed people use them. My knife collection is sadly lacking in left handedness, due to the righties in the family using them all the time.
Then there are the seldom used Pizza slicers, the sandwich cutter, the knife sharpener, from my Grandmother's era, which still works really well, for me at least.
There are the garlic presses, some of which are almost useless. The ladles, the whisks, the spoons for various purposes.
The Parmesan grater, which is almost more trouble than it is worth.
The really blunt kitchen scissors, which are really just large, useless, 'normal' scissors and should be discarded.
One of these days I WILL clear this drawer out, and discard the useless items.
It won't be today.
I bought a chilli plant for my son B. He loves chilli, and this plant was named Bruce.
Bruce did remarkably well, for me, who has permanent brown thumbs. Bruce bore two lots of fruit, and they were nice and mild and provided son B with some tasty zing to his meals.
The violets continue to produce healthy looking leaves with much vigour, but nary a flower shall grace their parents.
The Nasturtiums valiantly try to grow, and they produce gems of dew, and even have a few buds, which will no doubt flower in due course.
Unless, of course they are ripped out, in the course of a 'garden makeover', currently being undertaken by son B, with a little help from me.
Small Grandson, who is growing up so quickly, it frightens me, informs us he loves classical music, and jazz is really his favourite, but he hates heavy metal rock, and loud guitar. What a sensible lad!
Ottmar Liebert, Duende del Amor.