it just goes to show what you take for granted. before, i thought of a colander as something that everyone just had. just there, like the air. but now? i realize just how lucky i am. it could be gone in an instant, and then how would i make spaghetti?
Pfui. You’re acting like having a colander is about luck and not about hard work and being born into the right family.
you are of course right. mea culpa!
When my mother used to make sphaghetti and it was time to pour off the water, she would call all the kids down and have us cup our hands over the sink. It was our job to catch the noodles and let the scalding hot water go through our fingers. And if you cried about the third-degree burns, well, you just didn’t do that. You just ate your spaghetti with those burnt fingers and liked it!
We didn’t need no colanders back then. I blame the breakdown of society on all these damn people born with silver-colanders in their hands. This Great Recession? Colanders, people! We bought so many of them, not even considering if we REALLY needed them. McColanders, that’s what I call these monstrosities that I see in people’s kitchens. Cheap, dollar-store things that melt in the dishwasher–and yet you gotta have at least one to keep up with the Jones’s. It makes me sick.
That’s why I’ve decided to go back to the old way of straining pasta–with my fingers. It’s kind of hard doing it one-handed, but at least I’m trying to make a difference. The rest of you…ya’ll don’t even care.
Elitist.
Ever since Liberals enacted anti-child-hand-scalding legislation, I tell ya, it just hasn’t been the same.
Hell.
Now I know why I sometimes feel outta place on this board.
Colander?!? Colanders?!?
I just chuck the spaghetti in the sink, let the drain earn its keep, pour the sauce on top and eat standing up.
Dinner parties mean that the laundry tub and the bathroom handbasin come into play. Makes conversation a challenge; but at least it stops my internal dialogue of why don’t you just shut up…oh fer ferk’s sake shut up…fer cryin’ out loud SHUT the fuck UP!
No doubt someone will punch holes in my logic, but being colanderless is good for my mental health.
Wait, you can make colanders out of … logic . . . off to the colander store!
CMC fnord!
What do you call kinky pasta? Fetishini
I consider that a crime against right-thinking colander owners everywhere.
..not fuzzy logic though, CMC.. it’ll hairy up the pasta.
just doing my part to get this to page 13.
That’s a good joke, Autolycus.
I can tagliatele
If you put them on the top rack of the dishwasher, they don’t melt! Sure, I know it’s bragging to admit that I have a dishwasher - but that’s what allows me to have a colander! Yes, a cheap ass plastic colander, but a colander nonetheless! Of course I dream of someday having a stainless steel or enamel or (dare I hope?) an ivory colander some day - but for now I must do with plastic.
And by the way - I have always pronounced it as ‘cull-an-der’ Yes, ‘cull’ as in killing newborn puppies - that is of course the only correct way to pronounce it. I know this is correct because that’s how I do it.
Are you threatening to cut me? Because, just to let you know, my colander is pretty good against that.
Farfalle my intention, Autolycus! It was just for a little gigli.
I have more cencioni than to take on the colander set…
I thought that fastball I left hanging over the plate was going to be wasted, and I’m very pleased to see I was wrong. 
And into my heart. So long, lolicopter, I’ll be lacing up my lollerskates from now on.
You people are making a mockery of my outrage. :mad:
Also, I have 3 colanders.
mock mock mock