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The Curse of the Kitchen Island Cooktop

Filed under: Columns, Hubby, So Cal Living on Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Picture of a singed container of yogurt, victim of our fire
“It was horrible, horrible!”

Our kitchen island ought to be studied by world-class scientists of gravitational theory. Really, it should, because at any time you will find all sorts of stuff that’s mysteriously landed on it; stuff that no one ever remembers putting there!

We’re talking cell phones. Bookbags. Briefcases. Water bottles. Cold medicine. Swim trophies. Geometry homework. Snorkels. Baby wipes. Library books. And even pencil sharpeners! You name it, it arrives on the kitchen island all by itself, rarely leaving room for anything that might actually belong, you know, in a kitchen.

How or why this happens, I don’t know, but I’m confident it has absolutely nothing to do with my housekeeping skills. Rather, I feel very strongly it’s the result of some kind of curse.

The Curse of the Kitchen Island Cooktop

Once upon a time, a kitchen island cooktop rudely told a troll that his messy desk was a sign of a cluttered mind. So the troll cursed all kitchen island cooktops to be clutter landing pads forever and ever and ever. The end.

As a result, Hubby found no room on the kitchen island for his grocery bags when he came home from the store. A little peeved, he plopped everything down on the cooktop instead, not realizing he accidentally turned on the gas burner at the same time.

He didn’t notice anything burning because he immediately left to get more groceries out of his car. Our fire alarms didn’t clue him in either, because even though they’re really good at waking us up at 3 am to announce that their batteries need changing, it turns out they totally suck at reporting an actual fire.

The good news is that he came back in time to discover the flames before they burned down our kitchen island. The bad news is that his sushi was on fire, which, when you think about it, kind of defeats the whole purpose of sushi.

A picture of Bucky, the Siamese Cat
BUCKY THE CAT WITNESSED EVERYTHING: “Heck, yeah, it was pretty funny watching him dance around that cooktop with it on fire and all.”

Hubby put out the fire but man, oh man, was he ever cranky about it when we finally came home from piano lessons.

“Why,” he asked, launching into Lecture Mode, “Why is this kitchen island never clear of clutter?” This question never troubled him before, of course, but apparently gained importance when his sushi went up in smoke.

As he developed his theme (“Why Your Cooktop Curse Theory Needs Some Work”) I realized that our kitchen table—only three feet away from the kitchen island—was absolutely clear of any clutter. I also realized that if I’d brought in the groceries, I would’ve unloaded them on the kitchen table.

That’s when I knew only I could truly understand the power of the Kitchen Island Cooktop Curse, which could trick my poor man into unloading groceries on the cooktop rather than on the table!

Poor guy. He may have saved our house from burning down, but he’s proved himself completely ineffective when it comes to household curse management.

  1. LOL……

    That explains my island. Minus the cooktop.

    Omg, I’m so glad no one was harmed but I’m still giggling thinking of smoking sushi.

    The kitty is adorable!

    Off to uncurse the troll or the fool that caused the island catastrophe in this house.

    Comment by Kait — 3/29/2006 @ 5:49 pm

  2. How funny–now that the fire’s out. Actually, I’ve heard that a cluttered desk is the sign of a genius…so…

    Comment by April Redmon — 3/29/2006 @ 8:51 pm

  3. Yea…and it probably saved him from getting worms..LOL…those pills for adults are a lot harder to take than the ones I shove down the dogs throat….yuck…raw fish!

    Comment by Bonnie Calhoun — 3/29/2006 @ 8:56 pm

  4. No island in my house, i have a galley kitchen, however it sure as heck resembles yours! We even have the same things on our kitchen cooktops although you have the delightful Bucky and i have the delightful “Gizzmo”…scary stuff!

    Comment by Michelle — 3/29/2006 @ 10:53 pm

  5. There is NO flat surface in our house that does not immediately attract everything from tools to books/papers to laundry.
    Remarkable magnetism.

    Comment by Bernita — 3/30/2006 @ 7:24 am

  6. kitchen Gremlins…..


    Comment by Dennie — 3/30/2006 @ 8:44 am

  7. Scorched Brown Cow yogurt. Oh, the sacrilege. My favourite yogurt ever.

    Isn’t there a “Curse Removal for Dummies?”

    Comment by pat kirby — 3/31/2006 @ 8:09 am

  8. […] Bonnie Wren has a post on the dangers of cluttered kitchen islands. Thankfully, our kitchen doesn’t have a cooktop, thereby saving us from the inevitable smoke damage. […]

    Pingback by Mr. Grouchypants · Cleanliness is Next to Fire Safety — 3/31/2006 @ 5:24 pm

  9. Kitchen Islands? What are they for? Glad I have a small house and a smart husband….. The boys in the Wren family must not understand the rules of bring the groceries in! The girls are smarter. But, the boys have married smart women!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Comment by Mary — 5/2/2006 @ 7:49 pm

  10. Heh, Mary!

    Comment by Bonnie Wren — 5/3/2006 @ 5:25 pm

  11. LOL! I don’t have an island, but my breakfast counter suffers the same curse. You’d think all that stuff would get the attention of SOMEBODY and find a home! Gotta be the curse. We may need to call in a priest.

    Comment by Elizabeth — 5/9/2006 @ 5:47 am

  12. Who needs a priest when a good fire can just clean it all away????

    Have some more red wine, Elizabeth, and you, too, shall see the wisdom of that statement.

    Comment by Bonnie Wren — 5/9/2006 @ 7:53 am


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