Have you ever looked for a recipe online and found yourself having to read the author’s complete and unabridged autobiography before finally coming to the actual recipe?
Like, motherfucker, I just want to know how to make minestrone soup. Not how you Pavlov’s dog’d your children into liking olives or extraneous details about the finer points of water boiling you picked up from a cooking course you took while visiting Tuscany.
Dish towels. Or tea towels if you live somewhere a little more colonial. Pretty innocuous right? Usually found hanging from the oven handle in kitchens all over the world. Perfect for drying dishes and wiping up spills. Potentially the understated MVP of the kitchen.
Or are they callous betrayers and the spawn of the goddamn devil?