Kitchen Gadget

My sister in Oklahoma is the gadget queen. She finds the most amazing things. Part of it, I know, is that she’ll plan an entire day trip around visiting that maze-without-the-cheese Hell known as Ikea.

Sure part of it might be due to the fact that she had to cross state lines and travel 4 hours to get there, but let’s face it you have to be a die-hard shopper to spend hours traveling up and down those crooked aisles just looking at stuff.

True, her finds make her house a marvel at organization and really nifty to look at, with treasure boxes all round. But I am not that patient, nor interested. I’m not a destination shopper, but a purpose driven one. I want to pick up what I want and leave, not stop at the halfway mark for lunch.

Still, I do envy her ability when I see her house.

Thankfully, a day trip to Ikea is not always necessary. Our mom, who was visiting, happened to spy a rather handy kitchen gadget and was able to order it from the great ‘Zon. Mom called and told me it was being sent to my house, but I could not open it to see what it was.

Have you ever? That must  violate some cosmic rule somewhere—Boxes that come to my house with my name on it should be opened by me. Right?

Still, it arrived while I was at work and when I got home, I shook it just a little, then inspected it to see if there was any damage to the box that would enable me to open it to check for any damage to the contents.

Alas no.

Fearful of the all-seeing eye of my mother even many states away, I called Mom to let her know that it had arrived. Wonder of wonders, she said I could open it and that one of the items were for me.

Me! Yippee! I opened it to behold a Scrap Trap.

The nifty little plastic bin hooks to over the top of a drawer and you scrape the scraps into it with this plastic spatula that has it’s own little slot on the side. Amazing. I used to lug the garbage can over to the counter and scrap everything into it then have to wipe down the drawer/cabinet faces. Hubby said now I can just take all the vegetable peelings to the compost heap in the back yard. Very cool!

Needless to say, I am thankful for my sister for discovering and even more grateful for my mom for sending me one of my very own:)

About Linda Andrews

Linda Andrews lives with her husband and three children in Phoenix, Arizona. When she announced to her family that her paranormal romance was to be published, her sister pronounce: "What else would she write? She’s never been normal." All kidding aside, writing has become a surprising passion. So just how did a scientist start to write paranormal romances? What other option is there when you’re married to romantic man and live in a haunted house? If you’ve enjoyed her stories or want to share your own paranormal experience feel free to email the author at She’d love to hear from you.
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7 Responses to Kitchen Gadget

  1. danrshaw says:

    First I would have to clean out one of the 2 drawers on the island prep area. It’s much simpler to use the dustpan to sweep it all into.

    • What? Clean the drawers out? Are you nuts? I would never use anything that required that. The thing hangs on the outside of the drawer, no looking inside required:-)

  2. Madina Renner says:

    Yes, your sister does have the greatest things in her house! Love them and want to steal them all! LOL… I need one of these thingys too!

  3. singsandwhistles says:

    If any stealing is done, I know where you two live, Dan the hat man will clearly not be my first suspect. PS, IKEA is filled with cheese!

    • I don’t believe you. If not I then surely Nick would have sensed the cheese within. Besides, it’s not a question of knowing where we live, it’s finding where we hid our newly acquired treasures. Bwhaahahaaa. Wait is that my evil laugh?

      • singsandwhistles says:

        Perhaps I can sniff out a kitchen gadget faster than Nick can sniff out cheese.

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