Hi, my name is Jonas (Everyone: “Hi Jonas”) and I am addicted to squeeze bottles. It’s been … hmmm … five days now, that I haven’t bought a new bottle.
I put everything in squeezies. I have one for peanut oil, one for safflower oil, one for vegetable oil, one for clarified butter, six for different vinegars, five for special infusions, two that sit empty at all times and can be used to quickly make a deco bottle, four with icings that I fill in the morning and food-color red, blue, and green (as well as keeping one white).
Then there’s the specials – spritzer bottles for oil and vinegar and sugar- and salt solutions. Misters for oils, two water bottles, one with a big pour spot containing today’s wine for the mains, one with a small needle pour for reduced balsamic vinegar, and more.
Yes, I am addicted to squeezies. I buy them bulk, ten per, at least once a week. I painstakingly sterilize them, then fill them. Every bottle is labeled in a color code, red for potentially hazardous (I also tie scrunchies around oils containing nuts), green for vegetarian, blue for things containing alcohol, yellow for oils that need special treatment, and so on.
Today is the first day of my new, bottle-free, life. Why? Because I’ve screwed my right arm up so badly, even squeezing a squeezie hurts like a son of a female dog. So it’s back to ladles. Until, of course, all that stuff the doc intends to put into me takes hold. THEN, I’ll be right back off the wagon. But it’s scary how much I never noticed I used those things. Until it hurt, that is.
Never thought about using squeezies for all those necessities! What a great idea. Heal quickly.