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Wednesday, October 3, 2012

Storage War

Storage War

I have with some difficulty accepted most of Mrs. Cranky’s edicts.  I don’t wash Tupperware in the dishwasher even though I know it to be dishwasher safe.  I separate colors in the wash, even though I know that after several washings colored clothes will not bleed.  When we buy something new I save the box because…well I really don’t know, but still I save the box.  I will not throw things away, not even a 25 year old VCR rewind machine or instructions to operate machines that we no longer own.  I accept that to protect our sink from being scratched we need a smelly germ and food catching rubber mat that blocks the drain.

There is one place where I am drawing a line in the sand.

Storing dishes in the cupboard.

 Mrs. C. has some everyday dishes.  There is an assortment of large plates, medium plates, saucers, cups, and bowls.  When stacked in the exact Mrs. C. order, all of these dishes will fit between two shelves with just enough room left to slide a sliver of paper.


If you need a large plate, you have to carefully pull out the bowls and cups, and then lift up the small plates and saucers to slide out the large plate.  You then put back the bowls and cups (the cups have special handles that allow them to be stacked inside the bowls.)

When you are done with the large plate and want to put it away you have to reverse the process. 

There is room in the cupboard to stack the bowls and cups separately from the other dishes. 

Mrs. C. prefers the jenga puzzle method of storage.

Let the battle begin.

“It’s crazy to store the plates so they barely fit in between the shelves!”

“Everyone stores dishes like that.”

“No they don’t, I’ve never seen them stacked like that!”

“You’re a WASP.”

“What does that have to do with it?”

“WASP’s are so structured and rigid; let yourself go and stack like the rest of the world.”

“What, the rest of the world is nuts also?”

“You’re a jerk!”

“What if we had one more friggin dish?  It wouldn’t fit.  What then?”

“We don’t, and you’re a jerk.”

I don’t care.  I’m not backing down.  I’m putting the cups bowls on a separate shelf.

Let the Storage War begin.


  1. Hey, you could be arguing about the national deficit?

  2. Going through all that just to get a plate out would make me just use a paper plate and stand over the sink, bachelor-style.


  3. Oh dear. What a war you could start if you solicited cupboard pictures.

  4. I have a set of china (in a china cabinet, of course) & 3 sets of everyday dishes & plenty of cabinet space so that they are all easily accessible. Not bad for someone who doesn't cook any more, right?

  5. you would have the world of all battles in my house...whoever unpacks the dishwasher seems to make a new and different decision every time about where things belong...

  6. All you have to do Cranky, is break a couple of plates as you're trying to jam them under the bowls. A new, pristine way of stacking dishes will then become acceptable. Either that or you'll get a smack across the head.

  7. I recommend Astrids' method. I've used that ever since I was 8 years old and wanted to get out of drying the dishes. You just have to learn to dodge the smack over the head.

  8. I don't ecactly agree with this stringent way of stacking dishes, but my guess is that it would be a good idea for you to think it is perfect.

  9. Is this really the battle you want to fight? Start working on that white flag, my friend.

  10. Is this really the battle you want to fight? Start working on that white flag, my friend.

  11. I'm sorry...but there is NO WAY I could stack my dishes and bowls like that. If it takes too much effort just to get one bowl or plate, I'd starve. Really, I would. I'm that lazy.

    In our cupboards we stack the big dishes on one shelf, the bowls on another, and the small dishes on yet another, and then plastic cups go in the pull out drawers next to the dishwasher (easy access for the little ones who are "thirsty" 872 times a day) and then the coffee mugs are in another cabinet on a shelf of their own. There is NO JENGA in this house!

    ((Sorry Mrs. Cranky, but I have to side with Mr. Cranky on this one.))