Why not just on the counter?
It’s not ‘somehow’ wrong, it’s just wrong. It destroys habitat, pollutes the air, and causes wildfires. There’s only bad reasons to do it.
This is what my husband does. Every time.
You try asking her. Tell me how that goes.
They need to live somewhere cold and heat with a wood stove.
I’ve got a kettle on mine all winter. And the upper level is very good for keeping coffee warm, or even re-warming it.
But, yeah. I’m not going to keep a kettle hot all the time in the summer!
If she only refills several times a year, that makes perfect sense. She probably reaches into that cabinet several times a day.
– A bit of extra water in the kettle makes sense, because it reduces the risk of destroying the kettle if you don’t take it off the heat fast enough. Four times the amount needed seems excessive (except of course for the kettle sitting on the wood stove all day).
Have people here not heard of countertop electric kettles? Not the plastic pitcher that holds three cups of water and shuts itself off after it boils once, I’m talking about a 3 liter insulated tank with thermostatic control that keeps the water hot all the time and dispenses with a built in electric pump. The insulation means it doesn’t take much electricity to keep that water hot and ready at all times. Pretty much a standard fixture in Japanese households, I highly recommend one.
Nope, I haven’t. The only electric kettles I’ve run into were/are metal (not plastic, why would you make one of plastic?) and are designed to bring the water to a boil and then automatically shut themselves off.
And, insulated or not, unless somebody wants to make tea or whatever every half hour or so all day long (which yes I expect does happen in some households and even more offices), what you describe still seems to me like a waste of power. Especially with an electric pump to pour the water for you, instead of just tipping the kettle.
I haven’t heard of such a contraption either. I don’t drink hot drinks, but my wife has a standard electric kettle. It takes about 2 minutes to heat up a couple of cups of water. Keeping a pot of water hot all day to avoid having to wait 2 minutes seems ridiculous to me.
Here’s one of the plastic ones I was thinking of.
You’re right, the heating surface on the bottom of the pitcher is indeed metal, but the rest of the assembly is plastic.
Here’s one of the boiling water dispensers I was thinking of.
The insulation is the thing that makes the difference; it’s the reason you can keep the water hot for extended periods without using a lot of electricity. In addition, there is also a timer included so that you can fill it with cold water when you go to bed, and it won’t even begin heating the water for the next 6 or 7 hours. The pump is a necessity because it’s kind of awkward to lift a 3-quart bucket of water. And it’s not like the pump is some kind of power hog.
People who block grocery store aisles really grind my gears. Like, is this your personal runway for showing off your cart-packing finesse? It’s always the same scene: I try to make my way to the Little Friskies aisle so my ravenous cats have something to eat besides me, but I’m blocked by some nimrod who has their cart and fat ass angled into a perfect barricade, as if they’re defending Fort Junkfood. Meanwhile, they’re glued to the label on a jar of Preparation-H, studying it like it’s a sacred artifact unearthed from a pharaoh’s tomb. Really? A lifetime of grocery shopping and you’re still blindsided by the existence of other humans? Decades in, and no progress in mastering basic shopping etiquette 101? Or maybe you just assume the universe revolves around you, so when you stop, time itself should freeze.
I consider going full NASCAR and plowing through them, sending them sprawling like bowling pins. But no, I remind myself that I am (allegedly) a civilized human being. Instead, I clear my throat loudly, hit them with a passive-aggressive “Excuse meeeee!”—and pat myself on the back for Olympian-level self-restraint. Naturally, they look at me like I’m the jerk for daring to disrupt their pilgrimage for the ultimate hemorrhoid cream.
I honestly thought this sentence was going to a very different place.
This post makes me feel like I’m managing my irritation at fruit labels really well.
The covid gestapo would send me to Siberia for that.
I’ve said for years now that shopping carts should come with cow catchers on the front. For you young’uns, a cow catcher is that pointy grille on the front end of a steam engine. It probably has a real name but that’s what I’ve always heard it called.
Normally I’m the most peaceful person you can imagine, but often when those idiots and their carts block my way, I’d like to have an RPG planted on my shopping cart to clear my way through the supermarket.
Y’all are in a lot of hurry when you shop. I often ask three people to move, and I’ve never really thought anything of it. People read the labels, compare prices or ingredients, i dunno, and tend to stand next to their cart instead of behind it.
If i wanted hot water all day long, that might be nice. I usually want one cup of teas in the morning, and my little metal electric gooseneck kettle works very well. My husband and daughter sometimes use it too, so it gets used 3-4 times a day. That doesn’t seem like enough to be worth keeping water always hot. (Also, we use different temps for different things.)
“Pilot.”
Not exactly. The cowcatcher (American usage) is an appliance attached to the pilot. The pilot is an independent truck, or bogey, that guides a locomotive into curves. Some locomotives, usually intended for switching (or shunting) had no pilot, so the cowcatcher was attached directly to the frame of the locomotive.
The disgusting odor of sour milk. Unless the container is thoroughly rinsed, I guess.
We have a long pad of paper magnetized to the refrigerator, which is the basis of our weekly shopping list. When something runs out, it goes on the list. Do people not normally do this?