I’m not ashamed to admit I have a favorite household appliance.
I am ashamed to admit it’s not what you think it is (but only because I’m easily annoyed by the constant need to replace batteries).
My favorite appliance is one I received as a gift from a co-worker more than a decade ago. I was whining in the break room about how inferior microwave popcorn is to the air popped variety. Before I knew it, she was handing me a gift-wrapped box with a red bow on it and a shiny new air popper inside.
Let that be a lesson to us all – whining will get you what you want.
I use my air popper constantly, and it never fails to bring me pleasure. My passion for air popped popcorn is only slightly exceeded by my passion for…well, passion. I love the stuff. I can eat it by bucket-load with a spritz of butter and a sprinkle of sea salt. I lick the bowl when I’m done so I don’t miss even one crunchy little kernel.
It’s true my lust for my air popper can be all-consuming, but it’s nothing compared to my housemate’s affection for his deep fryer. Technically, he has three of them. Each has a different function, and I’m pretty sure he’s named them all.
It doesn’t matter what other household occupants are cooking for any given meal – my housemate’s response is always the same.
We should fry that.
“Anyone want quiche?” I offered Saturday evening.
“We should fry that.”
“Do you even know what quiche is?”
“Isn’t it something with eggs?” he asked. “Eggs are good fried.”
But the quiche frying had to wait, because he was in the middle of deep frying the baby green tomatoes a friend just brought from her garden.
I’ve also watched him attempt to deep fry bananas, candy bars, and a biscuit for my dog.
I’m pretty sure this passion for appliances isn’t a limited thing. Our other housemate seems unnaturally fond of his coffee grinder, and if my gentleman friend were forced to choose between saving me or his milkshake blender in a house fire, my only hope would be to douse myself in vanilla ice cream and peanut butter while hoping for the best.
Come to think of it, that sounds fun.
Do you have any household appliance you favor over all the others? Any long-term love affairs with devices that run on batteries or electrical power? Please share!
Er, unless it’s one of those devices. Some kinds of sharing isn’t so hygienic.