Three years ago, my husband bought a set of bottle brushes. Nine dollars got you five bottle brushes in various sizes and shapes. Some were long and thin, some were short and squat, and all of them were extravagantly bristly.
They were funny little things, a throwback from a different era when people used grape scissors, snail forks and sugar nips. I mocked them (and my husband) mercilessly. And then he used the longest, thinnest one to clean out the brown grunge from the inside of the teapot spout. It went from gross to shiny white in seconds. I was smitten.
Since then, I have found many uses for these brushes: eradicating the superbug colonies incubating in my teenage daughter’s hydro flask, cleaning out my sun tea pitcher (see earlier post), and getting deep into my beloved Zojirushi to clean out stubborn coffee residue. Foggy flower vase? Try the brush.
Over the years some of the brushes have been lost and misplaced and only two remain. I may have to pick up a few more, the next time I’m shopping for toast forks.
