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desperance) wrote2009-05-24 08:02 pm
desperance) wrote2009-05-24 08:02 pm
Kitchen calamities
It really is just as well that I don't believe in poltergeists. I have far too much evidence for the credulous to bear.
It's the way things fall to the floor in this house, even when I nor the cats are anywhere near. Granted that I am clumsy and heedless both, and that the boys do love to knock stuff off and watch it fall; nevertheless, the incidence of minor domestic catastrophe in this house is way off the scale.
As, f'rexample, this evening. I had already gone into the kitchen to find my favourite Henckels knife on the floor, with its tip broken off. Fair enough: I am willing to speculate that one or other of the boys jumped up onto the chopping-board and knocked the knife down, such that it fell point-first and broke itself. But me, I was simmering many garlic cloves in much olive oil, to make both confit'd garlic and garlic oil; and I was the other end of the kitchen, and I swear I had not gone near it for minutes when the cheese grater toppled off the chopping-board and fell precisely onto the handle of the saucepan, so that pan and garlic and a great deluge of oil flew all over the floor.
I do not, I do not believe in spooks; and yet this house is spooky. And, now, oily. And redolent of garlic.
It's the way things fall to the floor in this house, even when I nor the cats are anywhere near. Granted that I am clumsy and heedless both, and that the boys do love to knock stuff off and watch it fall; nevertheless, the incidence of minor domestic catastrophe in this house is way off the scale.
As, f'rexample, this evening. I had already gone into the kitchen to find my favourite Henckels knife on the floor, with its tip broken off. Fair enough: I am willing to speculate that one or other of the boys jumped up onto the chopping-board and knocked the knife down, such that it fell point-first and broke itself. But me, I was simmering many garlic cloves in much olive oil, to make both confit'd garlic and garlic oil; and I was the other end of the kitchen, and I swear I had not gone near it for minutes when the cheese grater toppled off the chopping-board and fell precisely onto the handle of the saucepan, so that pan and garlic and a great deluge of oil flew all over the floor.
I do not, I do not believe in spooks; and yet this house is spooky. And, now, oily. And redolent of garlic.
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