In My Kitchen ~ October 2016

ramekins-and-grater

In My Kitchen (at last) I’m HOME. (Hopefully for longer than I’ve been this year.)

My sister used to tease me that I liked anything “shiny, sparkly, pretty, ooooh, ahhhhh.” Guilty as charged. She and I amused many a shopkeeper with our audible admiration. “Shiny, sparkly, pretty, ooooh, ahhhhh” is FUN to say out loud… try it!

I do like baubles… In My Kitchen and otherwise. Especially when they combine form and function. Take this mini-grater (above) to zest citrus, shave grated cheese atop pasta & salads, and/or sliver garlic when I’m not in a “smashing” mood. (I’m soooo in need of TLC… so is my garlic.) You already know how I feel about ramekins., lol. :)  The more, the merrier!

antique-treasires

In My Kitchen… are antique treasures. (Grandma’s flour sifter, scoop, and the cutest lil’ salt & pepper shakers with their matching toothpick holder… not quite as “shiny” but I love their patina and memories.) Grandma had a mega-flour bin — a pull-out, tin-lined cupboard that accommodated a 50-pound bag of flour!

I loved watching her scoop “just the right amount” of flour (without measuring) and shaking her sifter to make homemade kolaches, cinnamon rolls, and bread.

As for the S & P shakers and toothpick holder, they were fixtures on her stove-top. Now, they’re fixtures on mine.

replacements

In My Kitchen are replacements… or rather, a flatware pattern that I liked so much thanks to a church friend who gifted us with a set of four after our fire (hate to bring that up again, but it’s been a reality I’m dealing with til 11/11/2016 when our insurance claim runs out.) Two years… can it be?! Basic utensils are overlooked.

I love ’em! (And my stove and fridge, thanks to YOU… gratitude and hugs.)

My culinary life, health, and HOPE wouldn’t be what it is without ’em!

In My Kitchen… are these aprons. Rick-racked trimmed ala Grandma. You have no idea how much these recent additions mean to me. (Or maybe you do.)

I’m SO grateful for replacements — “treasures” — IMK friends, xo! Hopin’ to get around to everybody’s posts in the next few days as time & unpacking allows.

Many thanks to Celia and Maureen (former hostesses of this monthly forum) and Liz, author of Good Things (our new hostess with the most-est) for sharing your immutable, affable IMK spirits as you adapt to LIFE. (Goodness, aren’t we all?) I love that about this place! Thanks for being “real.” If you’d like to read more IMK posts or share your own kitchen frolics, please contact Liz at the link above by the 10th.

Enjoying being In My Kitchen once again….

~ Kim

Oppressive? On the contrary…

“O the times!  O the mores!”

(from Cicero’s oration in Catilinam)

One last observation I made before being forced from our home during the recent air conditioning malfunction was 01 on our thermostat.  “Ought 1.”  (Or “aught,”  if you insist on it.)  One-oh-one.  One hundred and one.  Obviously, we have a two-digit read out; similar to an odometer turning over, it simply showed “one”  (plus one hundred degrees) and I was too hot to object, or do more than photograph the onus for proof and posterity.

(By the way, that was indoors, not out.)  Ouch…

At one point, I was feeling considerably ornery and obtuse, but it occurred to me that I could overdo it and shuffle off this mortal coil if I loitered any longer.  Oh, no!  Perish the thought!  Oklahoma lover or not, I wasn’t going to risk mortality to prove I’m stubborn.  Time to proceed to cooler climes, post haste.

Speaking of which… other folks have opined on this topic (much more notably and eloquently than moi.)  In no particular order:

“We may achieve climate, but weather is thrust upon us.” ~ O. Henry

“Climate is theory.  Weather is a condition.” ~ Oliver Herford (who, not so coincidentally, signed his name O. Herford now and then.)

I love quotes.

My point in overstating the obvious (or perhaps it’s still oblivious..?) is that O packs a powerful punch in the chops (or thermostat) — enough to convince a body not to risk obliteration with continued folderol, as well as playing a (major) supportive role in most of the words in this post.

O…

Got it?

One of the things I adore about words is their extraordinary ability to convey two or more ideas in one forum.  (Love it!)  Allow me to proceed…  Oftentimes, we take our surroundings for granted.  (I’m talking about home, sweet home.)  My beloved and I only experienced a temporary blip — a minor inconvenience.  There are others much worse off.

Once I cooled my heels in our comfortable accommodations later on, my thoughts turned to those who’d recently lost their homes in the wildfires… or folks relocated by Hurricane Katrina… or the millions of people affected by tsunamis, floods, earthquakes, and other disasters of epic proportions… or the displaced and/or disenfranchised souls whose permanent address is “homeless.”

They’re survivors.  I’m just a tourist in comparison.

Not to say that I wasn’t overwhelmed with gratitude when our obstacle turned out to be a one-day outing and our lives (and thermostat) returned to “normal” shortly thereafter.  Omen or opportunity?  I took it as a sign to express my opinion, even in the context of humor… to open my heart in an effort to touch yours.

However humble your home may be, you can offer something to someone less fortunate, be it a prayer or a drink of water or a dollar or simply greater compassion toward those “without.”  Collective caring may not change the world, but it just might change your world.

I’m hoping it will.

One final note:  Please don’t allow your ego to stop at “Oh.”  All it takes is one quick look around to notice somebody who needs you… and I implore you to DO something about it.  Thank you for having the courage to step outside of your comfort zone boundaries.

Okay, I’m done now.

Enjoying familiar surroundings following an eye-opening epiphany,

~ Kim

P.S.  Ordinarily, I don’t post twice in one day, but I’m confident you’ll rise to the occasion. :)  xO!

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