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June 29, 2008 / Maleesha Kovnesky

I Love My Red Cup

I cooked a lot this weekend, though it hit 95 degrees and the kitchen appliances being used did not exactly cool the place down.  The cooking plans all started when I got an overwhelming craving for the Vietnamese restaurant in Colorado Springs that I frequented.  I desperately wanted one of their grilled chicken noodle bowls.  So I ventured to the store and picked up some ingredients like rice stick noodles, mung bean sprouts, fish sauce and hot chili sauce.  I already had a gallon of Sriracha at home.  Then while I was there looking at all the delicious produce (summer makes me want to drown in a garden) I saw a package of gyoza wrappers already cut in circles.  I had to make gyoza (potstickers).  I make them maybe twice a year because they are a pain.  I love them so much though that I would make them even though the only wrappers I could find were square.  Well you just can’t make them with square (eggroll) wrappers so I would sit down and cut them into circles.  This took next to forever.  So this is why I was thrilled to find the round wrappers, and I started buying the ingredients for gyoza. 

Cilantro was on sale so I bought a bagful.  If I was to pass up on-sale cilantro and Wasband was to find out, I may be shunned for life.  The cilantro went onto the noodle bowls, some black-bean tacos, and then I decided to try making lime-cilantro rice.  That was a lot of cooking.  I was done.  Beat.  Ready to relax and dial Pizza Hut next time I got hungry.  Then I remembered that there is a Monday-night work function and I signed up to make pasta salad. 


So I made my pasta salad.  That was more boiling and chopping and stirring.  Finally…could I be done cooking now?  All that cooking made me really thirsty.  Luckily my trusty red cup was there for me.

I don’t make it a habit to love material goods but I have to tell you, I love my red cup.  It’s not a cup at all, but is a glass, and I only use it for water and the occasionally homemade cherry Pepsi.   I got this cup at Target a couple of years ago.  It used to have a twin, but she broke in the dishwasher. 

I took a picture of my red cup because I love it so much.  I will be sad when this one goes.  It could meet a variety of fates:

  • Dishwasher crackage
  • Children “helpers”
  • Kitchen accident
  • Theft from someone who saw the cup on this blog, and decided they wanted it too

No matter what the cup’s fate is, I will enjoy it while it is here to hold my tasty beverages.  It’s made out of real glass.  I love that.  Those plastic or melamine crap cups always taste like chemical after a while.  This is okay if your taking shots of Tequila with them, but not water.  Water picks up the chemical taste.  So l love to find real glass glasses, which is getting difficult if you like colors other than “clear.”

Sometimes I go to the Goodwill or the Salvation Army to peruse their selection of glasses.  (If you like funky dishes/glasses, those are AWESOME places to shop.  I love, love, love mismatched EVERYTHING.)  I scored at the Goodwill a couple of years ago when I found the coolest brown/yellow tinted drink glasses and a great big brown bowl.  I never get to use the bowl, because my husband monopolizes it.  He likes it too.

And that is the story of my red cup. 



Leave a Comment
  1. Plalaycrymn / Aug 2 2008 6:23 pm

    Tahnks for posting

  2. romi41 / Jul 6 2008 6:33 pm

    You SO pimped up that red cup in your story, that I am not above finding out where you live just to steal it 😉

  3. Carli / Jul 1 2008 3:37 pm

    You know what I loved??? My Cabbage Patch calender. That is…until…you stamped the crap out of it.
    To all who are interested…read “Happy 30th, Dr. Carli” for the gory details and all of the torture I endured.

    And for the love of Pete…..why do I continue to come up as a purple bug??

  4. cherikooka / Jul 1 2008 1:22 pm

    I am going to steal your cup.

  5. wpm1955 / Jul 1 2008 3:47 am

    I think it’s a good looking cup! I would like to use it too, if I had one like that.

    Madame Monet, in Marrakesh
    Writing, Painting, Music, and Wine

  6. Allison / Jun 30 2008 5:40 pm

    I can see why you love it so!

    Was that the chalice Indiana Jones found at the end of one of his last (or 2nd to last) crusade?

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