It has come
to my attention that there is a universal fear of garbage disposals. Here we are, constantly in the kitchen (where it lives!) yet we cannot keep our
pulses from racing just a tad more, every time we flip the switch to run it.
Noisy,
chomping, growling—it’s as if we have a Tyrannosaurus Rex chained under the
counter, and if we don’t back away quick enough, he’ll swallow us whole.
Why do we do
this to ourselves? Why, after decades of living in the modern world, do we
still feel a creeping nervousness whenever we put something down that ominous
black hole?
Mind you,
there are people who will jump out of airplanes, surf in shark-infested waters,
and walk down dark alleys, who still pull their hand back as quickly as they
can, before turning on that scary beast.
Maybe it’s because
our mothers all told us not to stick our fingers down there or they’ll get cut
off. There’s a wild, chomping, noisy
monster just inches away, ready to grab us and chew us to bits. And that advice
rings in our heads still today.
BUT THINK ABOUT WHAT
IT DOES TO CHICKEN!! Do you really think
this device knows the difference between you and a drumstick? Why take a chance? The flywheel spins at nearly 2,000 rotations
per minute. That’s enough to mangle and
bruise anybody, at the very least.
You may have
thought I was going to dispel a myth here, but I say err on the side of fear
and panic. No, there are not sharp
knives down there. But there’s stuff. Whirling, metal stuff.
So stay back, grab a sword or a sharp stick for a weapon—just in case—and then breathe a sigh of relief when you can finally turn off the switch. You will live another day.
So stay back, grab a sword or a sharp stick for a weapon—just in case—and then breathe a sigh of relief when you can finally turn off the switch. You will live another day.
Wanna
know what’s safe to put down a disposal, and if lemon rinds will really clean
it? Check out my YouTube Mom video!
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