Sorry for the lack of blogging today, y’all. I think we’re all feeling a little worn down–I can’t really handle thinking about much today. (I did, however, think a lot about LeBron James, King Kong, and white privilege over at Shakesville yesterday and a little about Liz Phair and my feminist awakening at Broadsheet today, if you’re interested.)
The important thing is, around here I can still blog without thinking much!
So. Verrrrry longtime readers (i.e., pre-Shapely Prose readers) or those who have actually been all the way through the archives (bless your hearts) might recall my paean to the Cusinart Griddler. Here’s a taste:
I find it totally thrilling to own a product that does everything I could possibly want it to do, and looks good while doing it. How rare is that? It seems like everything I buy these days, from jeans to computers, ends up being a compromise at best and a total disappointment at worst. It’s been a long damn time since I’ve bought anything intelligently designed, well-constructed, and reasonably affordable. The Griddler now sits on my countertop reminding me that it is possible to really get things right in this world, and so brings me joy every time I walk past it.
Not surprisingly, between October 2006 and February 2008, I did not find any other products I could get that geeked over. But then, the day before Valentine’s Day, I was desperate to find something for Al (unfortunately, I will never top the Bacon of the Month Club subscription from last year), and I finally decided I’d cop out and just go for a couple nice bottles of wine. Then I got to the liquor store and discovered they had Houdini corkscrews–the Rabbit’s poorer cousin–on sale. I’ve been hearing for years that the Rabbit is the most amazing thing ever, but seriously, you want HOW MUCH for a CORKSCREW? I would rather dig the fucking cork out with my fingernails.
But the Houdini, while still being absurdly pricey for a CORKSCREW, was within my V-Day gift budget, and hey, aren’t gift-giving holidays exactly when you’re supposed to blow money on stupid shit people would never buy for themselves? So I got one. And OH MY GOD WHY HAVE I NOT HAD ONE OF THESE SINCE I TURNED 21?
This one only came with a foil cutter and the corkscrew, no other bells and whistles, but holy crap, those two things have changed my life. I mean, it’s not like opening a bottle of wine was really an excruciating trial before, but there was a bit of a challenge to it. And always the possibility of fucking it up. The Houdini? Removes both. A flick of the wrist, a pull of the lever, and bam! YOUR WINE IS OPEN.
It ain’t world peace or a cure for cancer. But man, it is one more instance, like the Cuisinart Griddler, of a design team getting something just right, solving a problem goddamn perfectly. I love that.
So I highly recommend picking one up, if you’re looking for a small thing to cheer you. Of course, a $6 bottle of wine with a screw top is cheering, too, but it’s not quite the same.