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The Never Ending Quest to Save the Planet

This is a picture of our sink.



It's quite large in size and is actually much better than two sinks beside each other. (A's Kitchen Remodelling Tip #1.)

This is what you would assume is a garbage disposal - and what we assumed the first day we moved in. You should have seen how apprehensive we both were to put our fingers near it. Suddenly turning into one of those bad sitcom jokes where the dumb dude puts his fingers directly in the sink only to have them sliced and diced by the disposal.

Ah, but presto as in the magic world that is Korea, things are not always what they seem.


TA-DA! It's a removeable basket. So the food can collect and get all gunky in here as opposed to the pipes. Just another way you can SEE and SMELL the way you are making a difference.

You cannot see from his picture but the deep cylinder in the sink has two holes along the side to let the water through. Well, that's after the water gets through the mesh.

This is a must for the lazy cooker. Potatoe peels? Just wash them down the sink. Tops of carrots, tomoatoes, peppers 'insert any other vegetable here'? Just push it down the sink!

Okay, so I suppose this is how a disposal works but what fun is it when you can actually BRING UP all that food all over again? Just so you can see how much food your wasting?

Here's another angle, sans basket:

And here's a closer look at the basket:

And once the thing has been cleaned - again, notice the soap suds - it's time to replace the disposal-looking top to its rightful place.

As good as new. Ready to scare the next foreinger into sticking their hand in and mashing it up.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Hey A
I love the way you've strategically placed your rubber gloves over the sink's edge. Where do you store them when you're not working as a sanitary engineer?

Hugs
ms
Travelling Chick said…
Usually under the sink....but I suppose I leave them there for effect just so you REALLY KNOW that I'm not disgusting and leave my garbage in the sink ;)

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