A while ago, when cleaning under the kitchen sink, including the little tip-in tray that we have immediately in front of the basin which contains, the tray contains, not the basin contains, a sponge, a razor blade, and sometimes the rubber complete water stop for the sink, a while ago when cleaning out things from below the sink or that tray, I threw out a little brush like this. I thought it came with some set of bottle cleaners, perhaps baby bottle cleaners, perhaps a brush to clean the interior of the nipples–having such a brush some fifteen years after my boys stopped drinking from baby bottles would be fairly normal for the Noggle household, and by Noggle household I mean me who doesn’t like to throw anything away even though I don’t have an immediate use for it.
At any rate, I recently discarded a brush like this–or thought about discarding it but threw it into one of the bins of cleaning tools under the sink but not the tray.
I also recently discarded a baster because the baster, which my beautiful wife uses pretty exclusively to draw the grease from pans of meatloaf, developed a crack which limited its efficacy. It might have developed this crack because I have, on occasion, tried to jam the corner of a dish cloth into it. Once or twice, it might have made its way to the dishwasher. All the while, a brush that might well have come with it languished in the cabinet.
So I’m posting this here, gentle reader, as this blog is my artificial memory assistance, and I trust that it will help me remember what that little brush is for the next time my wife makes meatloaf.
Assuming, of course, I happen upon this post whilst the meatloaf is in the oven. So perhaps all is vanity.
