I Really Hate Ice Cream Scoops

I Really Hate Ice Cream Scoops

by Marilyn Mackenzie

Okay, maybe hate is a strong word.  My mother and grandmother taught me that I shouldn't hate anything, not even objects.  I could strongly dislike a particular food, or maybe immensely dislike it, but I wasn't supposed to hate it.  People?  I surely couldn't hate them, although I could immensely dislike their behaviors.

So about those ice cream scoops?  I guess I dislike them a bunch and I really, really, really dislike the behaviors of the folks using them.

You see, we don't have a dishwasher in our house - except me.  I don't mind doing all the dishes.  Since I'm the one who brings in no income at all - save what I can glean from internet activities - it makes sense that I do the dishes and wash clothes.  I wish I could do more cleaning, but we're not talking about all the things I cannot physically do anymore. 

And by the way, I do know that my fellows CAN do dishes.  Well, sort of.  My hubby has attempted to do dishes on two occasions, I think.  Both times, I had to go behind him and rewash many of them, though, since he wasn't wearing his glasses and left dried foods in them.  Yuck.  (Why he doesn't wear his glasses all the time is another mystery to me.  He has bifocals, so wearing them would mean that he could see both far away and close up.  I don't understand not wanting to see the world the way it's supposed to be...)

My son knows how to do the dishes if I'm gone for any length of time (or out of service), since there are soon no dishes to use.

But we're not talking about whether or not they can do dishes.  We're talking about those stupid ice cream scoops.  Well, sort of.

Since I do all the dishes, I am pretty easy on myself about dirtying more dishes.  If I want some ice cream, I use the spoon that I intend to eat with to also scoop out the ice cream.  I have never, ever noticed the ice cream not tasting exactly right just because I have used a spoon rather than an ice cream scoop.  Nope, never have.

But my two fellows seem to think otherwise.  They really seem to think that ice cream only tastes right if they use an ice cream scoop to get the ice cream from the carton to their bowls (or to the blender if they're making milkshakes).

No one says we all have to be the same.  The world would a boring place if that were so.  But if the ice cream must be dished out with a scoop, wouldn't you think that my fellows could learn how to rinse (or better still WASH) the stupid ice cream scoops when they're done?  Instead, they sit in the sink until I get around to washing them and by then they have ice cream crusted on them and have to be soaked or I have to work at getting them clean.  A quick rinse (or WASH) would make it so much easier for me.

So, maybe it isn't the ice cream scoops I hate - I mean dislike immensely.  Maybe it's the behaviors of my two fellows that irks me.  You think?

So what about you?  Is there something in your household that drives you nuts?