The disposal just hummed when I tried it again, though, so I used the wooden spoon to turn it backwards a few turns and then when I tried it again...voila!...it worked. The spoon that had been wedged was a goner...the bowl of the spoon was a bit chewed and, of course, the handle was bent from my prying it out. So, I tossed it.
In case you're wondering, (and you're probably not) I don't have only one pattern of spoons in my silverware drawer. That would be silly if they were all alike and one of them was my favorite. No, I have five different patterns. But, not a whole set in any of them...one or two of a couple of patterns, more in a couple more patterns.
| My favorite is on the far right. |
The middle one is a cheap-ass spoon...very thin and I would never use it for eating. I go for it when I need to correct the seasoning. I don't like the one on the far left. See the way it flares out at the end of the handle? It feels scratchy on my palm. I don't like to eat with it. I would eat with the one next to it if I had to, but it wouldn't be my first choice. The last one, between the cheap-ass spoon and my favorite spoon is not one I would choose to eat with. It's more like the middle spoon, but it has a pretty shape and a nice weight. I basically leave it in the drawer except for tasting.
So there you have it. Proof that I am certifiable. Don't get me started on the forks!
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