You go to that dreaded kitchen drawer on a mission. You know that drawer...the one you've reorganized a thousand times, the one only you can find anything in, the one that no one else will venture into because they tell you that's where the kitchen monster lives (it was probably a corn holder that attacked them). You either need to find that one utensil you use about once a year (the egg slicer?) or you need to find the spare peeler (the blade broke off the cheap one you bought).
And then it happens. While sifting through the 'can't-throw-this-away' clutter, the box of matches explodes all over. Not a box of nicely stacked match books but those wonderful wooden matches that light on the first strike, the matches that have been in the same slide-out box for the past 10 years, the matches that have been kept in that box with an elastic band that has now broken.
|Pick me, pick me!|
On the bright side, the drawer is more or less organized again and I found something different to photograph. It's all good.