I bought a new turkey baster yesterday, and I felt dirty for hours afterwards.
Last year, you might recall, I had a few "incidents" while cooking Thanksgiving dinner. One of those incidents was the explosion of my favorite Master Baster.
I've been meaning to replace it ever since.
I know grown women who struggle with embarrassment when purchasing tampons or other "feminine" products. I know men who feel self conscious purchasing condoms.
Embarrassment is all about people knowing my Master Baster needs.
At first, I eyed the basters from afar (or across the grocery aisle).
I approached the basters cautiously.
They were hanging, conspicuously, on display.
I looked at them. They looked cheap, and likely to explode just like my favorite (good quality, but very old) Master Baster did.
The need for a baster nagged at me though.
I might not have time to look for a Better Baster before Thanksgiving.
Sometimes, Any Baster is better than No Baster – right?
I glanced around. No one appeared to be looking my way.
I quickly grabbed a baster from the display.
I walked away quickly, feigning nonchalance.
I reached into my grocery cart and squeezed the red knob of the baster a few times.
A too-squishy knob would never do.
Of course, I needed to baster with a pliable knob too.
If you can't squeeze your Master Baster, you're bound to have a host of problems.
Mentally, I estimated the baster's length.
I wondered if basters come in different lengths and thicknesses?
I've only known one baster, in all my adult years.
And so it begins …
The holiday season has arrived.
Are there any items you feel uncomfortable or self conscious purchasing?
© Twenty Four At Heart