My Kitchen Tools Had a Union Meeting…
Look. I wasn’t gonna say anything, but there’s been tension in my kitchen lately.
I walked in yesterday and swear I heard whispering. My Mix-N-Chop was huddled next to the Scoop & Serve Spatula, and they gave me the look. You know the one. The passive-aggressive side-eye your husband gives you when you eat the last brownie but leave the empty pan.
Apparently, my tools have unionized.
The Mix-N-Chop is sick of doing all the heavy lifting during taco night. The Scoop & Serve Spatula claims she’s “overworked and underappreciated,” and honestly? She’s not wrong—I’ve been using her for literally everything from sloppy joes to scrambled eggs.
Even the Classic Batter Bowl chimed in with, “I’m not your emotional support mixing bowl, Sheri.” Which felt personal.
The final straw? The Deluxe Air Fryer & Oven pulled out a spreadsheet. A. Spreadsheet. Detailing how many times I’ve used it to save dinner versus how many times I’ve actually cleaned it properly. The results were… not flattering.
So, in the spirit of labor negotiations, I’ve agreed to the following:
Taco night will now involve two spatulas.
The Air Fryer gets cleaned the same day it works overtime.
And the Garlic Press? Gets a spa day every week. (aka I’ll stop “forgetting” to wash it.)
Moral of the story?
When your tools work as hard as mine do, you treat them right. These aren’t dollar store gadgets—these are ride-or-die, make-dinner-in-15-minutes tools. If you’ve got the wrong ones, maybe that’s why your kitchen feels like a crime scene after 5pm.
Mine? They mutinied out of love. 🖤
If you want the tools that can handle your chaos (without staging a walkout), I got you. Just don’t make them a spreadsheet.
