Years ago, before we bought our first car that didn't require duct tape to hold it together, I'd never heard of the particular model we ended up buying, perhaps because the idea of being able to distinguish the make and model of one car from another is only slightly more appealing than, I don't know, memorizing pro football stats. I mean, sure, a person could, but what would be the point? So it took me by surprise after we bought our car that I started seeing it everywhere, and moreover, that I should notice or care. Seemingly overnight, the world was populated by our car, although sometimes in a different color, and it seemed impossible that I hadn't noticed this before.
In the same way, it had never even occurred to me to second-guess my choice of using a sponge in the kitchen, until the conversation I had with Stacy the Designated Neatnik at work. Suddenly, it seemed all I heard about on the news or on the radio was microbial contamination this and potential food poisoning that, all pointing to the once-innocent-but-now-suspicious sponge. Troubled, I asked my officemate if he used a sponge in the kitchen. By his reaction, you would have thought I asked if he offers lead paint chips as snacks to toddlers. Shocked in turn by his reaction, I said, "well, I use a sponge." This made him shudder. "The chances you take," he said then.
Thus fascinated and incredulous in equal measure, I proceeded to quiz everyone I know on their sponge usage. It's one thing for my officemate and for Stacy the Designated Neatnik to be sponge-shy: everyone knows microbiologists are scardy-cats. But horrifyingly, person after otherwise normal person denied using a sponge. It was as if everyone had gotten the proverbial memo but me. When did this happen? When did the entire world decide that Sponges Are Not Our Friends? Even my friend Just Chewy--who is neither a microbiologist nor particularly delicate--even he doesn't use a sponge, but uses dishtowels, which are frequently washed.
Feeling a little cowed and not just a little freaked out, I bought some dishtowels and gave them a try. I hated them. Wet, sloppy, too big and unwieldy, my re-occurring thought while using them is: you're kidding, right? I couldn't take it. Guiltily, I went back to my beloved sponge.
And then fortune smiled upon me: I visited my friend Ingrid, who is no slouch in the SuperClean category herself. Imagine my delight when I saw a sponge in her kitchen! Exactly the type I use, with one side scruffy and one side soft. I mentioned to her my sponge story and she laughed. Her trick: she keeps both her sponge and her scrub brush in the dishwasher, which she runs using the Sanitize cycle. Sponge and scrub brush are thus cleaned and sanitized with each wash. Ingenious!
Above, left, the sponge-in-dishwasher storage method. Above, right: What is that in the dishwasher?

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