During the last few years of her life, my grandmother would open the china cabinet each time I visited and make me choose something to bring home with me. She always seemed amused when I chose small, weathered items over intricate crystal and silver.
This glass measuring cup made it home with me a few years ago. It’s got clear engraved markings and three pouring spouts.
I certainly did not need another measuring cup, but it’s got character. And judging by my husband, friends and decor, I LOVE character.
It’s been holding my inexplicable collection of dried cherry pits for the past four years. (Hint: Don’t ask.)
I recently had overnight guests, and both adults were coffee drinkers who took real sugar AND cream, thus giving me the opportunity to set out the sugar dish that totally matches my plates. I did not, alas, have a creamer container. (For that matter, I did not have any creamer, but there’s no reason I can’t serve my 2-percent milk all fancy.)
I did, however, have a charming little glass measuring cup. Voila. It was finally pressed into service for something besides pit storage.
Best of all, I now know why I brought it home.
Entirely Adequate 
Cherry pits? You can’t just put that out there and not explain it. Are you collecting the cyanide inside the pits? If so, bitter almonds and peach pits have more cyanide.
I don’t know what I’m doing with them. They may be glued to something one day. I don’t usually keep stuff for no good reason. It’s weird.
Wait, does this mean I’m brewing a big batch of toxins inside my kitchen cabinet? That’s probably outlawed in the neighborhood covenants.
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