Sheesh! Kebabs…

I’m allowed another bad title pun. You’ll see why in a minute.

The basement cleaning that inspired Wordle art also unearthed some long forgotten items. One such discovery was a set of metal barbecue skewers we received six years ago as part of a wedding gift. When I found them I was excited. The bamboo version tends to incinerate, despite a 24-hour soaking. Like so…

These metal skewers were flat, so the meat wouldn’t spin, and had a sliding collar so you could slip the kebab contents directly onto plates. As I said, I was very excited and promptly used them at a birthday party I was hosting.

Astute readers will have noted my use of the past tense. Why? Turns out the handles of these skewers were attached with the same plastic material used in my defunct cafetiera. And we all know how heat resistant that was.

Need a closer look? Oh well. At least the collar protected the meat.

And when I tried to lift the skewer? Ooey-gooey hilarity ensued.

Uh, happy birthday, Sheila. Ignore the smell of scorching plastic and the meconium-like substance oozing from the skewer.

It all seems so unfair, especially since we had three — yes three — salads that evening. (Honest!)

I don’t know who designed these dissolving handles, but if I ever find out, I will hunt them down and eat homemade pralines and cream ice cream in front of them and not offer to share. That would teach them!