Does every family have one of these:
A designated family puke bowl?
It's the Rodney Dangerfield of bowls in any given dwelling. While some bowls are for featuring beautiful garden salads, and others mix cakes for years of birthdays, and still others nobly endure the daily morning barrage of breakfast cereal -- there on the shelf sits the puke bowl that serves a vital function, but arguably is most beloved when it's not used at all.
It may sounds gross to have one, but isn't it worse to rotate your lineup of otherwise perfectly clean and stigma-less bowls every time a stomach flu invades your home? (And when you have kids in grade school, it's pretty much an annual occurrence.) Bowls that you're likely to use for other foods not yet ingested, masticated, and somewhat digested? Is it nasty to keep it around? Well, yeah... until the day that you need it again, then it comes riding in on a pea-green-with-carrot-chunks steed to save your couches, beds, and carpets from kids who are too scared/stubborn/young to make their way to the toilet during their bout with illness.
The Macfarlane puke bowl is this lovely lavender thing:
About two years ago, when a stomach flu was laying waste to the whole family, I rushed to the cupboard to find the most likely candidate to help my second-youngest son through the germ. I immediately grabbed this particular bowl. It's pale purple hue made it seem as if its fate was written in the stars. Our bowl was about to be christened and finally meet out the fullness of its existence. Of course we rinse it and thoroughly sanitize it between "occurrences," but no more will it be filled with popcorn on movie night, Halloween candy, or potato chips from the 4th of July BBQ -- unless it's making a return visit to the light of the living.
How about you? Do you have a consistent chalice of chunder?