I’m sorry, but imagining a scenario where I, in turn, insert a ladle in my mother-in-law’s butt and then in my wife’s butt makes me seriously in need of the puke pot.
They’re subsequent insertions? Oh, I figured they were simultaneous but just from different ends.
We, too, had a barf bowl that had a nice flat bottom so it wouldn’t tip over when it say on the bed next to you for those moments when you simply could not make it to the bathroom (sorry about the carpet back in 1968, Mom). It’s just a stainless steel mixing bowl…my mom’s favorite one for salads…AND we don’t have a dishwasher, either, so it got washed by hand. No one ever got squicked out by having salad served in it after it had served its other purpose.
You’re not helping.
Made of wood is different, not the source of the contamination - in my world, anyway. Wood is impossible to clean completely, and I’d be worried about bacteria that’s harmless in the gut but not so much in the mouth.
To be honest, I’ve never figured out the need to have specific medicine making pots and pans, either. But every book tells me that if I’m making a Calendula Salve, I should do it in a vessel dedicated to that purpose and never ever use it for cooking. Since A) it’s a stainless steel pot, terribly non-reactive and I can wash it and B) everything in the salve (calendula flowers, grapeseed oil and beeswax) is safe to consume anyway, I ignore it.
A vomit pot wouldn’t phase me in the slightest.
Why a ladle, for Og’s sake? Seems an incredibly unlikely thing to shove up your arse.
Well, you have to work your way up to the ice cream scoop.
Goodness, if I live in your house, we wouldn’t have had a single towel to dry ourselves off.
I was sick very very very frequently as a child, and it inevitably seemed to involve large quantities of vomit that emerged with little or no advance warning. My mom’s solution involved a plastic bucket we oh-so-creatively dubbed the Barf Bucket and a moist towel on our pillow to provide a cool surface and to absorb any spillage. These came out anytime we were sick, regardless of whether we ended up vomiting or not… and once we were better, the towels went into a hot water wash with plenty of detergent, and emerged good as new to resume their regular duties.
So count me in with the “holy overreaction, batman” vote. I’ll take the crockpot off their hands if it really squicks them out so badly, though.
We also had a dedicated barf bucket, which was plastic. At the time it seemed more sanitary than using cooking pots, but for the life of me now I can’t remember why. The whole family preferred it that way, though.
I have to admit I’d be pretty grossed out to eat out of a cooking pot that had been barfed in, even it was later bleached and sanitized to medical standards. Maybe it’s because I mostly make soup in my big pots, and the resemblance to barf is…unsettling. But I’ve boiled other far less sanitary things to sterilize those, and I still eat out of those pots.
I think you just have to accept that barf has an aura of yuckiness that remains long after the barf has shuffled off its mortal coil.
If?
MIL overreacting, wife overreacting. Its just to be fussy (and just for show so as to give you a hard time). Honestly, if MIL was such a clean freak, she’d realize what husbands spew on wives on a regular basis and stop kissing her daughter on the cheek at the door when they meet.
“But she showers every day, Ma. Honest…” :eek: 
We have cats. (I know, thats my hard luck.)
Cats that use litter boxes which need to be filled with litter.
COSTCO sells 3 gallon buckets of litter for a fair price and the buckets are fairly sturdy (and the trash/recycle people very picky/confused) so we always end up with a few dozen stacked up before they get carted off. Now, these things have never held fecal matter; just a sandy compound designed to absorb odors from fecal matter, and they are clearly marked with a brand name and a picture of a happy (and possibly empty?) cat on the front. I have used them as barf buckets when necessary (and discarded them afterwards, as acid vs plastic = reaction).
But I’ve also scrubbed out 2 or 3 of them and used them as containers to help cart stuff from the car to the cabin when camping with my son. As I see it, they are strong, clean (because I cleaned them), and completely expendable after carrying out what’s been carried in within them. Still, the looks I get from other people as they see me carrying these buckets on the trail to the cabin. You’d think they thought I was carting in cat-crap to fertilize the trees…!
“Why Yes! Mitten’s crap is so stinky, I just have to cart it into the woods & bury it. The neighbors complain if I don’t. Shame about all those dead trees though…”
Ha, amateur! Wait til you get to the eggbeater.
I remember barfing in wastebaskets as a kid. I’m pretty sure there was a plastic bag there so it could just be tossed, but I wasn’t a huge barfer, so I don’t really remember the details.
I’m female…and if I have to I pee in the shower. We’re not all such delicate flowers, really.
Fair enough. But if said ladle was plastic or stainless, neither you nor I would have a problem with it. My hypothetical question stands to those that do. What’s the difference, to them? Where is the disconnect.
After all the crap you took for mentioning the ladle the first time, I’m bewildered as to why you would bring it up again. I mean, it’s not like I’ll ever not associate ladle sodomy with your name, but you seem almost proud of it.
Not that I’m judging. To each his own.
As to the OP, I would have no problem cooking with the pot after it had been properly sanitized. I’d rather you puke in a pot then on my floor.
I can’t wait! That’s step 12; I’m only on step 7.
Step 12 of AA, Anal Anonymous?
Dude, you’re about as easygoing as they come.
My wife and I bought a fever thermometer recently when I was feeling icky, and we noted that the box stated that it was suitable for oral or rectal use. I joked with her about thus being able to get a quick second opinion of my temperature if I didn’t like the first reading. We agreed, though, that we were more comfortable with “oral or rectal” as something one ought to choose irrevocably when first using the thermometer, and not switching back and forth on a case-by-case basis thereafter.
I didn’t actually throw it out. I told them they were both insane. My explanations about the sanitizing capabilities of our dishwasher aside, the fact is I never actually had a technicolor yawn that evening. My MIL mentioned to my wife that she still didn’t want to use it because even though I didn’t hurl into it last night, she finds it hard to believe I haven’t done so in the past. She’s convinced this pot is my first choice in vomit storage.
Actually, I learned about peeing in the shower from my sister. She wanted to know why the bathroom floor and toilet were so wet, then explained I was an idiot for getting out of the shower to pee.