"There's nothing like a looming deadline to spark some crackpot ideas. So it was that something I'd read somewhere on the internet came back to me. A tip on cleaning wooden spoons. I'd come across it in the middle of a sleepless night when, contrary to the advice of sleep experts, I'd resorted in desperation to doomscrolling. Being quite attached to my wooden spoons, I resolved to do as suggested, a prospect so soothing that I was soon drifting off thinking happy spoon-cleaning thoughts."
"And my word, was it worth the wait, if not in a good way. The bits and pieces were now many and floating around like plankton, unable to rise or sink. The water itself was a strange and ghastly yellow-green, topped by a foul, greasy film. I peered into the murk, fascinated and repelled. It seemed that at least one molecule of everything I'd ever stirred had come back to haunt me. I fear I'll never feel the same way about my wooden spoons again."
A person procrastinated on a looming deadline by following an internet tip to clean wooden spoons by boiling them. Fifteen wooden spoons were gathered, placed in a large pot, covered with cold water, and brought to a boil. After removing the pot from heat and waiting twenty minutes, many unidentified bits floated to the surface. The water turned a strange yellow-green and developed a foul, greasy film. The observer felt both fascinated and repelled as the residues suggested traces of everything ever stirred, and the experience altered emotional attachment to the wooden spoons.
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