My Favorite Spatula
My husband decided to fix dinner. I was so happy!
He fixed eggs and put a LOT of ketchup on them for my sons. Why am I telling you that part? I guess because I don’t really like that my children are getting into the habit of putting ketchup on food it doesn’t belong on…In fact, what DOES ketchup belong on except maybe hamburgers and fries? Perhaps on a hotdog…I think that’s about it. Certainly not eggs. Certainly not carrots, another food my 5 year old REALLY wants to put ketchup on. Certainly not rice, another food he wants to put ketchup on…Definitely not chicken, another food my 5 year old wants to put ketchup on. Okay, enough. That’s too many times to say the word “ketchup” in one blog post…
SO, my husband fixes dinner. It was great. He’s such a good cook. Those 3 meals he has cooked over the last 12 years were some of the best meals I’ve ever eaten! I’m not joking–about the frequency or the deliciousness.
The problem took place after dinner…I started doing the dishes. I reached in to clean my favorite spatula. It’s plastic, beige, a little burned on one of the sides. That’s ok. Makes it look reliable and well-liked. Because it WAS. That spatula was…super. Super Spatula. That’s what I’m going to call it. Because that’s what it was…Super Spatula was so light, so nimble, so quick. Super Spatula could slide any food from any pan–heck, I bet Super Spatula could have slid fried eggs off gravel and had them looking shiny and smooth.
But Super Spatula is gone. Super Spatula was somehow broken. Broken in half. I don’t know why. I don’t know how. All I know is that my husband put both halves in the sink to be washed, and then pretended like there’s nothing wrong with just using the top half.
“Holly, you can use just this part! You don’t NEED the handle.”
Um, YOU don’t need the handle. I…I need the handle. THANKS.
PS. I want to post a photo of what’s left of Super Spatula, but my camera is broken. I think I’m getting a new one. That’s hard for me to do because it’s expensive, and I hate buying expensive things…It may take a few more blog posts. Oh, I could always use my husband’s $1000 camera (not actually sure how much it cost, but knowing him, no LESS than say…$300.) But I don’t like it. I feel opposed to it because it’s wasteful. Also, I don’t know where it is or how to use it.
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My husband does this every time he so much as walks into the kitchen. And it is always my favorite things too, like me super awesome brush thingy for sauces and stuff ( that is it’s official name) that he melted ( yes melted) in the dish washer.
Being a man I offer you a fix – Duct Tape – Duct Tape – Traditional Silver or new modern drab brown, maybe gloss black will bring back that smile and yes, yes, yes, there is red – the new in color – very Christmassy.
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Your husband KNOWS what a spatula is? That is reason enough ot be grateful this holiday season. My husband doesn’t know what one is let alone where one could find it in the kitchen or what to use it for. When I married my husband there was one thing he made – CHILI. And then I made the mistake of coming up with a turkey chili recipe, at which point he announced, “This is better than my chili!” He has not made chili since. That was 10 years ago. Yes, I blame it on myself for having given him an out – although unknowingly. But truth be told, I’d risk my favorite spatula for a night off from cooking… or at least for the image of my husband in front of the stove. I don’t think he’s ever been there either. Never. Not once. The closest he came was the utensil drawer which is 3 feet away. I say, appreciate the little blessings. Even if they’re in the form of broken spatulas.
Yes Mammakaze, I agree completely. I AM extremely grateful for the 3 meals he has cooked in 12 years.
Thank you, Grayquill for this solution…Uh…I’ll apply the duct tape…um right away.