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I heard this cute story when I was a little girl, and I always wished I had a magic geranium of my own. The truth is, there was nothing magical about it. Karen simply found a way to enjoy the household chores she was putting off. Everything she used to dread, she was able to do joyfully once she changed her outlook. Now that I’m a “grown up,” I have found that a cute little apron is just as good as a magic geranium.
–Holly Harris
The Magic Geranium
Retold By Holly Harris
Karen was so busy with work, errands, and kids that she could never seem to find time to keep up with the house. She knew that the paint peeling off the walls looked terrible, and she would get to it someday. Right after she got a new dining room set to replace her grandmother’s mismatched table and chairs.
Then one Friday evening Karen’s husband Scott broke the news that his sister’s family was in town, and they would be making a surprise visit – tomorrow. Karen panicked! Not only was Scott’s sister beautiful and perfect, Karen was sure that she kept an immaculate home, too. There was no way Karen would be ready to host such intimidating company in just 24 hours. Read the rest of this entry »
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Can you believe that a couple in New Mexico was about to end their relationship over a small dispute involving a kitchen apron? Roscoe and Jane had been married for 45 years, and were now grandparents. Never in their life had they ever considered breaking up. But for the first time in their 45 years, they were about to split over an apron. Roscoe and Jane used to live with their dog Lizzie. She had just given birth to small pup. These puppies were very naughty and they loved nothing more than exploring the house and tearing anything their nibbling teeth could get hold of. Curtains, bed covers, and anything made of fabric was kept in the attic, away from their sharp little teeth.
Jane never owned any contemporary funny aprons, but she did have a beloved vintage kitchen apron, which she had been using faithfully for most of their marriage. This apron was a gift from her mother, but one fine day one of the puppies scrambled up onto the kitchen counter and was able to get hold of the apron. Read the rest of this entry »
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For many people fashion is everything. There are people who cannot live without the latest hot accessories or clothing. For these people staying up to date with the market is far more important than money. Fashion has made its presence felt in everything from apparel to bed linens, shoes to bathroom fixtures. Even kitchen aprons are not spared; you can find them in the best designer stores.
Mark was not a chef from a 5 star hotel; he was a café owner in a small town in Australia. He loved to work in the café and at all times he had his designer apron on. He bought this apron from Italy. This was not one of those funny aprons, but a very expensive, exclusive chef’s apron. Though it cost him a lot of money, he couldn’t resist it. He was not rich but he loved to cook and take care of his café (and of course his designer apron). Mark was so attracted to this particular apron that he wouldn’t start work if he was not wearing his special kitchen apron. Read the rest of this entry »
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For their daughter’s first birthday, Amanda and her husband wanted to throw a grand party. They called their whole family over. Amanda loved cooking, and enjoyed coming up with her own recipes. It seemed she was always inventing and trying out something new. But whenever Amanda cooked, she would never, ever wear aprons. That is, she never did until the day she lost her best dress to a bottle of sauce!
As usual, Amanda was slaving away in the kitchen one Sunday afternoon after church. She didn’t have an apron on even though her husband suggested she should. But Amanda figured she was doing fine without it. She was making a really saucy, cheesy, chicken pasta for lunch, at the same time as she was whipping up a shepherd’s pie for that night’s church potluck. Always a great multi-tasker in the kitchen, Amanda was also working on a chocolate dessert and some shrimp appetizers. As you can imagine, her kitchen was a mess with all the raw meats and sauces and spices all over the counters. Read the rest of this entry »
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I don’t know about you but I’ve always wondered why chefs needed those really long aprons. I know they are in the kitchen all the time, but aren’t they supposed to be experts? I figured they would know how to be really clean in the kitchen after all that practice. I posed the question to the chef at my favorite French restaurant, and she sure answered my question.
The chef, whose name is Marie-Claire, is simply amazing. She whips up everything from crepes to duck confit in almost no time and every single dish is absolutely delicious. She has even written several French cook books. When I asked her why chefs need aprons, she told me to come back at 3:00 the next day, and she sat with me in the dining room and told me this story. Read the rest of this entry »
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Patty had several aprons. Every waking hour the woman would sport an apron. Patty was a housewife and any time you walked into her house, you would find her in her kitchen. A beautiful kitchen indeed, and it had the aroma of good food always. You could drop in to Patty’s house any time and still expect to be fed. She took delight in feeding anyone who came home. Patty was a great host, someone you could idolize when it comes to hospitality.
Patty had several aprons. In fact she had one for every occasion: funny aprons, vintage aprons, hostess aprons, and holiday aprons. Indeed she was a bit old fashioned; she had a couple of fancy aprons that she only sported on Sundays. Read the rest of this entry »
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Jeanine was a famous chef who worked in one of the biggest restaurants in her hometown of Cleveland. Jeanine was invited to give a lecture at one of the culinary schools near her home. The students were excited and flocked in to class to hear the famous chef speak. The class was packed with students and there was standing room only.
Jeanine walked in wearing a crisp white chef uniform and her long apron. She lectured for over an hour on the history of cooking, and then decided to take the students through a practical session.
She was explaining how women used to collect eggs from the henhouse early in the morning; being too dark, they carried a candle for light. Unfortunately, Jeanine got a little carried away with enthusiasm, and decided to demonstrate. She lit a candle and showed the students how ladies would pick the eggs from under the hens and place it in their aprons. Read the rest of this entry »
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I have often seen many women cook in their kitchens without aprons on, and have wondered how they manage to do it. I am a klutz: a good cook, but a clumsy cook. I cannot possibly go through a day in my kitchen without either splashing water everywhere or spilling something on myself. I ruined many a favorite t-shirt before learning the magic of saving my clothes from cooking mishaps. Actually, I didn’t quite learn my lesson; my mom taught it to me.
A busy mother of four, it seems I never have enough time to cook. When I do get the time, I am usually so rushed that invariably I drop or spill something on my clothes. One day my mom saw me ruining this lovely top she gave me for my birthday, and decided that she needed to do something about it. She brought me two gorgeous aprons, and I have been wearing them ever since. Needless to say, my clothes have a longer shelf life now. Read the rest of this entry »
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I grew up in a home where unlike other homes, the meals were made by my Dad. My mom was a little scatterbrained, and always seemed to get distracted and burn the roast. She mainly stuck with the cleaning while Dad did the cooking. I think the fact that I adored my dad and was always with him, made me love cooking. I would sit for hours and watch him bake a pie or cook a curry. He was good at anything he made. Saturday was my day to learn how to cook with Dad, ever since I was 13. I would plop myself down at the kitchen table and take notes.
The first lesson my Dad ever taught me in cooking was to wear an apron. I wasn’t a great listener and so I didn’t pay heed to his most important instruction. No matter how much he would remind me, I never wore one when he wasn’t looking. Read the rest of this entry »
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Mom has a beautiful kitchen and hates me walking in because I always end up disrupting it. The only reason why I visit my kitchen now is to grab a quick bite of leftovers. I used to use some of the kitchen stuff for my exciting science experiments, but that is all in the past.
When my mom learned that I was using her precious kitchen for my experiments (which nearly always ended in disaster), I was banned from entering the kitchen. I got in trouble more times than I can count for using Mom’s apron to either mop up acids I spilled on the floor, or to wipe them off the counter. I can’t tell you how much that just bugged Mom. She is extremely particular about her apron; like I said, my mom treats the kitchen like a castle and the apron is her “gold crown”. Read the rest of this entry »
