We Now Own A Salad Spinner

A truckload of bemusement greeted the man's announcement of desiring a salad spinner, something in steel and acrylic of sorts that he apparently fell in love with at the store.

It wasn't totally unexpected that he wanted a salad spinner. But to want to lug one home from Seattle, that takes kitchenware addiction to another level. You can imagine how I rolled eyes at that. The man cannot be left unsupervised in a supermarket or kitchenware shop. He'll inevitably come out with things that we don't need. He also knows he is not to buy additions to the kitchen without my approval. Tsk.

I don't really care what the man is eyeing. It's probably unpractically pricey. At home, we eat lots of salads, but I don't particularly care about excess water in salads. It seems to be shaken off fine with a strainer and a bowl. I don't need chilled but bone dry leaves. Took to Twitter to tsk at the man. The friends who are on Twitter, tweeted back about the awesome-ness of a salad spinner. The friends who aren't on the platform but stalk it, whatsapp-ed to exhort about the limitations of not having such a device. HMMMMMPPPH.

Luckily for him, kind friends offered their salad spinner to us for a trial. I think they know that if they don't offer, the poor man won't ever get a salad spinner at all.  Collected it today, giggled at it, and accepted it with thanks. Any salad spinner that does the job will be fine. This is a pretty baby blue version in sturdy plastic. Spins great! It'll do perfectly. Well, it'll stay in our kitchen for a long while, since they're going to be moving away from Singapore for a couple of years. At least he's got a nifty salad spinner for the now to play with. Salad is on the menu tonight, of course.