I was so proud of this thing when I bought it.
I found it at Costco, but it wasn’t cheap. There also weren’t multiple options like there might have been if I’d gone looking for a salad spinning thingy in a regular store.
But I wasn’t looking. I just saw it in front of my face and the proximity alone reminded me how desperately I’d been wanting one.
Desperately, even though I had never gone looking. Whatever.
Anyway, I bought it. I mean, it’s a really good brand. And just think of the motivation to eat salads! And fruit! This purchase alone will surely change my life.
It worked (for spinning salad, not really for full-life-change), but it’s huge. So huge I can’t fit the pieces in my dishwasher.
And it took up huge amounts of room in my kitchen cabinet. I wasn’t about to replace (a clutter-busting concept when I can use it) my colanders. I use those all the time.
And they fit in my dishwasher.
After months of shifting and counter-space-taking (in various states of washed-ness/usability), I stuck it on the top shelf of my pantry.
Where it sat, and definitely didn’t get used.
As I put away groceries last week, I felt animosity toward this monstrosity (monstrosity is too harsh, but oh so rhymable) and the prime pantry real estate it had claimed.
So I finally gave up. I gave up on the idea that this thing would suddenly turn into the wonder-product I’d imagined it was when I bought it.
Off to the Donate Box so someone somewhere who doesn’t mind handwashing can use it in their much bigger kitchen.
Or at least they can find out it’s not for them for a lot less than I paid for it.