There I said it. I use way too many spoons while cooking. So let’s say, you need to poke the last remnants of solidified coconut milk out of the can and into the bubbling broth on the range. Most people (culinary gods and goddesses included) will either subject the can to vigorous shaking or poke the congealed mass with their digits. Some folks (like me) might use a spoon to do the deed. But then how many of these inveterate spoon users will proceed to fling the instrument into the sink with utter callousness, only to realise the next moment that it could have been used to coax some tomato paste out of its jar? What makes this casual abuse of spoons even more pathetic is the fact that I have about 10 spoons of various sizes and once I am through with all the spoons, I start with the ladles and forks. And in between I even turn around and grab a salad plate or a soup bowl to pour out a sample (for tasting purposes) of whatever it is that I am cooking. So by the time I am done with cooking, my sink is usually overflowing.
My heart usually sinks at this stage at the sight of my sink (how punny!!); but it has nothing to do with the fact that I am overtly lazy. Just thinking of all the water that will be wasted and all the ground water contamination that might result from the liberal use of detergent is heartbreaking. I usually find myself resolving (over the dishes and spoons) to refrain from such casual spoon flinging in the future. But at my next cooking marathon I am back at it with renewed gusto. I need help!!!!