A Knight Without A Sword

As my roommate is moving out, I've noticed that the only substance I've contributed to our home is the furniture (and my warm and tender love). The kitchen cabinets have been bursting at their seams all year, full of plates, bowls, serving dishes, glasses, mugs, pots, pans, mixers, carafes, butter keepers, asparagus cookers, and ice cream makers. Not a bit of it's mine. Fortunately, my brother and sister-in-law handed down some remnants of their bachelorhood and so I will indeed have silverware for the next two weeks. What I've learned, though, is that this baking fiend and domestic goddess owns no rubber spatula.
Not a one.