Talk. Shop.: Because the last thing you want to have to do is *gasp!* write something down. With a pen. Like, on an actual piece of paper. The antiquated horror! Talk into the SmartShopper. Print your list.
Eggs-ellence: You could celebrate that “other” Holiday this month with eight candles placed around a metal pole, or you can celebrate National Egg Month with the Nor-pro Egg Timer. It changes color. Fancy.
Queen of Hearts: What? Are you going to sit there at your cocktail table in front of a tv that isn’t turned on and use a paring knife to cut out hearts for eleven hours? Not that I did that or anything…
Kernel Sander: It’s called “Stripper” so it’s totally necessary, even though you won’t need it for grilled corn on the cob for at least six months.
Perfect Timing: Highly intelligent multi-tasker? Why wouldn’t I be attracted to something just like me? Set four different timers in one place instead of setting the kitchen timer, setting the microwave timer, using your cell phone, oh! and running to the bedroom to set your alarm clock.
Measure for Measure: I am wary of measuring spoons that don’t have the laser precision of stainless steel construction, but these are pretty! And they stick together! And they can make a flower shape! That’s so… useful!?!
Grate Expectations: Leave it to Nigella Lawson to create a Parmesan cheese grater that’s so voluptuous, it looks like a bedroom toy. Or a snail.
Hug it Out: Why those little black and white “Hug” salt and pepper shakers are so popular, I have no idea. The idea of them is cute…if you’re eating in the Romper Room. Nambe’s more sophisticated Hug Salt and Pepper Shakers are for junior high.
Ticking Timebomb: You’re not entering the Science Fair, Dr. Jekyll, so you need the DaysAgo Timer to remind you to throw out that leftover chow mein in your fridge within two days before it turns into a fuzzy Panda in shades not found in bamboo forests.
Cup-ling: If only they had Adjust-a-Cup in bras for those five days out of the month when I grow from “training” to double-A.
Soap Opera: As strange and disgusting as it may be, I love the smell of garlic and onions on my hands. However, sniffing your fingers is very unladylike. Steel “soap” keeps the smell off hands and Sarah from looking like filthy trailer trash.
** a year ago today, the delicious life was on blog-holiday **
** two years ago today, monkey bay sauvignon blanc is all about marketing **