Actually mine's my second drawer down. I've been living in this house for 17 years now and apart from the ticked items, I have never used the other stuff. In fact it's dangerous to even try. If those teaspoons get tipped out of the bag and you have to dig deep for one, you're likely to cop a skewer under the fingernail. Every night when I get the wooden spoon out I look at that drawer and think, shit, what is all that stuff. Looking at it now there are things I don't even know what I'd use them for. As you can see I only stir and serve.
But it always reminds me of a song I heard years ago that Jimeoin wrote.
In my kitchen, there's a drawer at the top It's got cutlery, knives, forks, spoons, the lot. Second drawer down's got a big knife and an egg-whip. Things that should go in the first drawer, But they just don't fit And the third drawer down, from the top, It's just full of shit. Ha ha! There's ton's of it! Elastic bands and tally-ho's that don't stick. Dried up glue, false teeth, Something stolen from a hotel Things that are broken, that you know you'll never fix But you put them in the third drawer, Cause you just ain't got the heart to throw them away. It's the third drawer down, from the top, And it's full of shit. Bum bum bum bum, bum bum bum bum. Bum bum bum bum. Bluetac and cella-tape, that's been hit by a truck One chop-stick, an ash-tray from Canada Paid bills and envelopes Things that you think'll come in handy, But they just never do. It's the third drawer down, from the top, And it's full of shit. Bum bum bum bum bum, Oh the third drawer It's full of shit. And the fourth drawer down (That's the one below the third) It's got plastic bags in it.