Pealing
A couple of weeks ago I was browsing in a kitchenware shop - the sort that sells a lot of smart over-priced utensils that no one really needs - and I saw this.
And I needed it. Ironic, really.
It doesn't work very well. The little face keeps mashing against the vegetables unless you hold it at a weird angle. But every time I pass by it in the kitchen I find myself crying "Monkey Peeler!" in a high pitched, girlish squeal. In fact I'm doing it right now.
MONKEY PEELER!
And it makes me smile and feel happy. Try and find a saucepan that'll do that.
And I needed it. Ironic, really.
It doesn't work very well. The little face keeps mashing against the vegetables unless you hold it at a weird angle. But every time I pass by it in the kitchen I find myself crying "Monkey Peeler!" in a high pitched, girlish squeal. In fact I'm doing it right now.
MONKEY PEELER!
And it makes me smile and feel happy. Try and find a saucepan that'll do that.
posted by Blandwagon at 10:01 PM
2 Comments:
Good you can find pleasures in the small things!
Why would anyone ever need to peel a monkey?
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