Unknown bones in my cutlery drawer
I feel moved to share this post from Festival Chronicles onto Born again Swindonian for no other reason than I just enjoyed it. And that’s a good enough reason I feel.
Isn’t it fab that we have such a most marvellous festival of literature right here in Swindon?
I rarely consider utensils, they are just there, unless they’re not and then I consider them, I consider them lost or in the washing up.
I don’t consider why they are the way they are or why the Chinese think we’re weird and that the average French kitchen has an array of knives which could easily supply several circus knife throwing professionals.
In her book ‘Consider the Fork’ , Bee Wilson delves into just those things and makes some interesting discoveries. Bright and breezy, Bee described Swindon Festival of Literature as one of her favourite festivals and continued to her core argument which was that we rarely lose sight of tradition and that products offering kitchen miracles never endure.
At this point I visualised my JML chopper, dicer, slicer, cutter, bottle opener and car jack on a car boot trestle table very soon.
We deal in the familiar, the wooden spoon is the most popular utensil…
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