Our Little Kitchen Friends

This afternoon Mom was doing the lunch dishes, and she commented on how old our spatula was. Then we got on the topic of our other kitchen utensils, so I decided to do a very special post for our hard working, devoted, long suffering kitchen utensils.

So here they are:

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Let us begin with the oldest, we have had this knife who will be known in this post as Mr. Broken Nose. Now his story is a little tragic, he’s been a faithful knife ever since Mom brought him home over seven years ago, and has been her best knife since.

We took him on a camping trip with my newly married Aunt and Uncle. Now he didn’t have a very good introduction to the rest of the family, as while cutting tomato’s he accidently sliced my Aunts thumb. Nothing serious, but she didn’t handle the sight of blood well and my brother and I didn’t help by sprouting off facts about blood, and how to slow down the bleeding so you don’t bleed to death so fast. I suppose the only good thing about those facts are that my brother and I knew a bit about first aid? Anyway after that not so good first impression on my extended family, he has provided very good service.

He has gone from a house to van and trailer, to house, to tents, to apartments. A very long life.

Now he has not always had a broken nose, actually in his younger days he was quite a sharp young thing, and through the years he has kept in shape. Until the sad fateful day a few months ago when my brother was using him and his nose broke off. It was really quite sad, and since that ill fated day he has slowly been in decline and has been considering retirement.

 

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This is Ms. Fiona, we are not quite sure when she came to live with us, it is like she has always been here. But, we think it was around five years ago give or take.

She has been indispensible in the kitchen and will not be looking at retirement in the near future. Unless her back breaks then she will be immediately retired (once a replacement is found). So much has she been involved in our daily lives we can’t even imagine of how we would manage without her.

 

 

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Ms. A-peel-ing, is a-peeling her life away. She as well has been an important part to our kitchen. We at one time thought she should retire and hired a replacement. But, she was right and alas, the replacement was not reliable and was let go. Much to her relief as she did not want to retire anyway. She has been with us for about the same amount of time as Ms. Fiona.

She has taught many hands how to peel and is not in the least picky on whether its carrots, potato’s, or even your average squash. She loves a challenge. But, one thing you learn quickly enough is that she will only peel forwards, for she has a fear of going backwards and cutting someone, unless you’re peeling a potato, that’s different.

 

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Mr. Potbelly, was adopted, he quickly became a much needed member. His short stumpy stature was very important indeed, and has been in the family for around five years as well. He has been faithful and has not let us down. Though because of his shortness he feels that he lets us down a lot. But, we assure him that this is not the case but, that it is because if his size that we agreed to bring him with us instead of giving him an early retirement.

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Mrs. Flat has been with us for 3 years. She was always very frail and constantly had a fracture of some kind in her leg until the day came that it finally broke. We would have had it fixed but it was too long gone so she had to have it amputated.

She doesn’t let that slow her down and works just as hard as the rest of them. Being younger than Ms. Fiona she is still learning all Fiona’s techniques.

Mrs. Flat has been patient and has been adjusting well to her new handicap. But may be looking at an early retirement depending on her health.

 

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Mr. Flipper has only been with us for two years and does the job but will be let go as soon as we find a replacement.

He was a last minute decision and we have partially regretted it ever since as he keeps mucking up on the job. Even the easiest such as scrambling eggs he cannot preform to an adequate level.

Even Mom who has had years in the cooking department cannot keep him in line.

 

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This is Sparkle, she is Mr. Broken noses apprentice and eventual replacement. She hasn’t been with us long only about a week. When Mom brought her home we were so happy, we think it has something to do with her color as well as her personality. She was immediately accepted into the family.

She’s doing well and learning quickly, she hasn’t cut anyone, and over all has a wonderful personality and lets everyone know where she is. We are glad that she comes with a guard as she has a sharp temper when upset, but, is trying to control it.

Other than that we will be looking forward to working with her for years to come. If she does as well as Broken nose has through the years we will be very happy and she won’t be looking at retirement any time soon.

 

So now you have met our kitchen friends, heard their stories, and laughed. I hope you enjoyed their stories from grouchy old Broken nose to shiny new Sparkle. We wouldn’t leave home without them.

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Openness

Mom found this video a couple of weeks back. Watch it, it might explain some things about our family. Such as our openness during some conversations.

 

I know that our bluntness in conversation, blog postings and other things, have disturbed people, so has many other traits we have. Like when you talk we look you in the face. I know that annoys hearing people A LOT. I’ve had people ask me why I’m staring at them, I just reply that’s how I was raised.

There has been several times when my siblings and I get talking, and I would say 75% of these things would disgust people who aren’t used to it. And there’s usually someone there who doesn’t know ASL, so of course they want to know what we’re signing about, and, I usually tell them you don’t want to know. As usual curiosity, or my sibling, I end up telling them. They’re usually totally disgusted or at least try not to show that they’re disgusted, but that all depends on the conversation.

These conversations can range from the toilet, to guts, to animal facts, to nature facts, to facts of any kind, or just anything in general. It could be a general plain conversation, or one that you wish you’d never asked. And the great part is you never know… until you ask.

Which now brings me to our table manners. Now we have tolerable manners at the table, knives and forks, plates, etc, etc, no worse than the “kid next door”. But, when it comes to table conversation, we gross our relatives right out! Not that its not fun, at times we’ve even done it on purpose! It’s fun to see how long you can go without them totally losing their appetite or someone telling you to stop. Which ever one comes first.

We don’t do it often for that purpose, that’s a rare special organized occasion (so consider yourself special if its happened to you). Most of the time its just normal, and it just happens. Usually we keep it to ASL but, the laughter gives it away. There’s times that its just harmless story telling.

The four of us are used to, -when among other people, because most are adults and don’t like our sense of humor-, doing that. It’s a habit we picked up years ago. I know that our humor isn’t humor that some people appreciate. It seems to be one-of-a-kind Davies humor. BUT, don’t fear, it just seems to have affected us, the rest of the family’s safe.

ITS… wait for it, wait for it

DEAF CULTURE!!

 

Now don’t get this wrong, there are Deaf people who are more reserved than others. And it has varying degrees.

So next time you’re wondering why, where, or how we got this open, its how most of us were raised. It’s a good thing and it can be a bad thing. My friends have had to learn over the years. My moms parents have learned when we say “do you want to hear a fact?” at the table, you say “NO!” unless we clarify and say its not disgusting.

Its funny, those conversations don’t ruin our appetite. But, it took Dad awhile to get immune.

Speaking of food its nearly time to get supper ready

Bon-Appetite!