The issue of the yellow cloth
Say wine, snacks or haute cuisine and the foodies of the online food magazine FavorFlav know where to drink, how to eat it and what to cook. This time our chefs serve you: The issue of the yellow cloth.
There were quite a few reactions to my horror about the yellow cleaning cloth in other people's kitchens. in this article. That cloth hanging over the tap, millimeters away from the water you are about to drink. YUCK. The comments ranged from total recognition to ‘what are you supposed to do with that??’… But to reiterate my point: I really can't stand such a wet slippery rag.
I can really make myself nauseous just thinking about such a crumpled yellow cloth in my hand with that almost slimy layer over it that testifies to the billions of bacteria crawling in and on it.
On your face?!
It can get much worse with that yellow cloth, because – horror! – at FavorFlavs Sharon's home, they also used to just – noooo! – quickly wipe that same cloth over the children's faces while cleaning the countertop. Sharon: ‘I also think that no one has a greater fear of cleaning cloths than my sister, brothers, and I…’
How do we clean at home then? Sharon: ‘With those Glorix cloths, always and everywhere, except on my son's face. Maybe not necessarily environmentally friendly, but such a trauma runs deep, you know…’
Am I going to waste hell?
So I do have that ultra-recycled kitchen paper at home, which almost feels like cardboard. I don't even tear off a whole sheet, because I know that will land me in the special corner of hell reserved for environmental barbarians. I've become very adept at tearing off just a few square centimeters, with which I can precisely remove a small splash.
Compensatory behavior
If I'm in a very specialized mood, and especially at the end of the evening, I tear off a larger piece of kitchen paper and spray it with my homemade cleaning solution of water, eco dish soap, and a splash of disinfectant alcohol. This solution, in a spray bottle that I've literally had for years, I of course make myself, to reduce the chance of ending up in the aforementioned corner of hell. Karma considerations, guys…
Out of sight
And I admit: there are of course moments when using a cloth is unavoidable. We have a special cloth that can go in the dishwasher and since a standard program reaches 60°-70° C, the cloth is also well cleaned afterwards. Also present: a piece of pipe in the sink cabinet where another cloth that is sometimes used can be hung directly over, after which I slam the cabinet door shut. Whether this is a hygienic place for such a cloth, dark and without ventilation tucked away? No, I have no illusions about that. But then I don't have to see the thing in question, luckily. Classic denial behavior of course, but a less anxious me is a more pleasant me, I tell myself…
