Potato peals

Tom is always giving me a hard time because I don't like to put the potato peals down the disposal. I will scoop up the peals and throw them away in the trash. I have plugged the sink on potato peals and I don't want to go through that hassle again.

When we do a dish we usually use eight to dozen potatoes. That is a lot of peals. I left Riley to peal the potatoes for the scalloped potatoes. I came home having picked up Trevor from school to a sink full of potato peals. I asked Riley to clean up the sink. I instructed him not to put the peals down the disposal. I was very clear. I said if you put the peals down the disposal it can plug and then you have to use the gross poopy plunger from the bathroom on the kitchen sink. I tried to be as graphic as I could, because he wanted to use the disposal. His father says to use the disposal for the peals. I told Riley if the sink plugs he will have to deal with it.

Well guess what? It plugged.

Riley went to get the gross poopy plunger from the bathroom. He plunged and plunged but the plugged sink would not give. I told him to go get his father. I went up to the game room and hung out there. I am only a mere woman. What did I know?

Tom came downstairs to give the sink a manly try. He ended up underneath the sink opening up the pee trap and pulling clumps of potato peals out of the line. I used the sink an hour later and it plugged again. Tom had to again pull the pee trap out and pull clumps of potato peals from the line.

I asked Riley what he thought he had learned from the experience. His comment was that Dad was usually right about things. I responded "Yes, but he can occasionally be wrong." What else had Riley learned? Not to put peals down the disposal. "AAH." I then told him a few other items that don't go down the disposal. He already knew about bones, but asparagus, celery, artichokes, anything with strands. The disposal is not unbreakable.

I was a little angry and frustrated by the whole experience in that I had been forcefully clear and detailed on why we don't put peals down the disposal. But because Daddy says to do it, my advise was not worth listening to. I am glad a small light bulb went on in Riley's head that even his father could be in error occasionally. I couldn't help gloat a little seeing Tom removing all those peals from the drain. Many a dinner prep have I had to stand my ground as I toss the peals from the sink into the garbage. Or scrape them into the trash from the counter. A few peals would be fine. But the volume of food that we prepare in this house would overwhelm any appliance.

I would rather toss large quantities into the trash than have to plunge the kitchen sink with the poopy plunger or take it apart to drain the line of crud. Next time maybe my advice might be considered.