Elise has two kitchens worth of utensils, including and not limited to, a one mil measuring spoon, a mini blender, at least 4 pasta mixing spoons and what quite possibly could be a kitty litter scoop, but doesn't own a single bottle opener.

What kind of insanatorium do I live in?

Also, on a related note, after improvising with a wine stopper, this beer tastes like disappointment and wasted effort. Am now consoling myself with a shit-ton of 4 beans and corn salad because for some reason I thought one big can would be more suitable for a single person then several small ones.