Call me a snob but I love the French pop-up sponge. It’s also a great gift for a child to put it under water and see it grow. I believe it cleans kitchen counters much better than the supermarket cellulose sponge. Normally I keep these for two weeks then turn them to cleaning duty. My last one I put through the dishwasher until I could buy more. Today I’ve enough for well over a year.
The last one I probably didn’t want to toss because I bought it while my mother was in hospice two years ago. We don’t have Trader Joe’s here so went one lunchtime while she was being bathed and slept, and stocked up on sponges.
Sur La Table also has them, and we bought a year’s worth today. We’re still on vacation and there are supposed to be many activities this weekend but right now all I can hear is rain. Heavy rain because I’m downstairs and I’m hearing it from upstairs. We’re flexible and I’ve done all the laundry from our trip so any other fun thing we happen upon is gravy this week.
Doing new things, exploring new places is really interesting. Spending 25 hours in a car with one’s significant other talking without music is remarkable, a testament that after nearly ten years together we can converse and discuss issues and not talk about work at all. My goal has been accomplished, taking my husband out of work mode and letting him relax and re-charge.
Today we only needed a two-minute dash to get new sponges en route to the movie, then home for a home-cooked meal. NY strip, small baked potatoes, farm-fresh corn on the cob.
We live in such a gorgeous place, it’s a shame to leave it but driving through four western states was a pleasure and one that most folks don’t get to do. Few people, lots of cows, and all of that
was appreciated from the eyes of a dairyman’s son.
Forget about tourist traps, visit the West and gain a picture of what life once was in the USA. Choose your spot as there’s a lot of territory. Shoot only photos, please. Thanks, Dee
Cooking with Dee 