To most, this is just a piece of junk. Anyone looking through my utensil drawer would think I should have tossed it long ago. Afterall, it's no longer functional. It just takes up space! In my eyes it is beautiful. All of its imperfections are part of its story. Part of MY story. In 1984 I was moving into my very first apartment. I was about to have my own kitchen. I had nothing to put in it of course except for a set of dishes I purchased at a yard sale and some glasses Id collected from work lol. My mother took me to the store and bought me a set of pots & pans. She also reached into her own utensil drawer and took out this very spatula. It was one of her older ones. Its handle already had several battle wounds from being against the side of a skillet a little too long as she used it to prepare meals for my dad and me. Over the years I have used it to prepare meals for my own family. My children used it as they learned to cook. I
To most, this is just a piece of junk.
Anyone looking through my utensil drawer would think I should have tossed it long ago.
Afterall, it's no longer functional. It just takes up space!
In my eyes it is beautiful. All of its imperfections are part of its story. Part of MY story.
In 1984 I was moving into my very first apartment.
I was about to have my own kitchen.
I had nothing to put in it of course except for a set of dishes I purchased at a yard sale and some glasses Id collected from work lol.
My mother took me to the store and bought me a set of pots & pans.
She also reached into her own utensil drawer and took out this very spatula.
It was one of her older ones.
Its handle already had several battle wounds from being against the side of a skillet a little too long as she used it to prepare meals for my dad and me.
Over the years I have used it to prepare meals for my own family.
My children used it as they learned to cook.
I retired it about 10 years ago because it was becoming brittle and starting to crack.
I kept it tucked away In the back of my drawer protected from further damage for years.
About 2 years ago, I pulled into my driveway and noticed it laying out in the yard.
I was mortified! I ran over and scooped it up as one would a child that had fallen on the street lol. When my husband got home I asked how my prized possession ended up outside.
He had found an old spatula in the back of the drawer that looked like junk.
So he chose that one to use on the grill and forgot to bring it in.
Our puppy Freya found it and thought it would be fun to play with.
Luckily she got bored with it quickly lol.
Now it wasn't just cracked, it was missing a big piece.
It's just another memory to add to the long list that this old ratty spatula and I have together.
I'd be willing to bet that my mother had no idea that I still have this old thing.
I'm positive that she had no idea when she gave it to me how special it was and still is. Its the little things in life that mean so much.
So, from the bottom of my heart Thank You Mother for this precious gift.
It has served me well.
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