Organ!zed: Pyrex
Over the last few years some okay, a lot of Pyrex has come into my home. At first my family didn't mind, we didn't have enough serving bowls.
But the bowls continued to show up.
I loved my concentric stacks of colorful love. My family didn't understand the obsession and resented their circular glass rivals that now covered all horizontal surfaces. The second to the last straw were the fridgies.
"Who wants little square bowls?" they asked.
This tall, red tower was the last straw.
They didn't get my "performance art"explanation.
"They came with the lids", knowing that had to be a tipping point for any rational being. "Who would not buy them, tell me. Who?" The blank stares told me all I needed to know but they continued, "Get rid of those stupid things."
Faced with Pyrex annihilation I started using them.
And it was the perfect solution. They make great salad bowls.
Marinating in zip bags is perfect but I still need to put the bag in something; leaking poultry sets my OCD's teeth on edge. A big Pyrex bowl is the perfect size for marinating an entire chicken (in the fridge,please).
Next, I starting organizing with them. I store things that need to be out; shallots, onions...nanners...
But the best thing happened the day I almost dewormed myself.
It was obvious I had to find a way to separate the dog meds from my meds and everything from my vitamins.
Voilà y'all!
All of a sudden my family was oh! So happy with me! There was nothing on the counters, everyone could find what they needed and I got to keep most of my Pyrex.
And okay, I still have a few pieces considered fine art that my family can only admire from afar.
But at least I've stopped buying lamps. They have to give me that...
