What Weight Love?
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A. C. Parker
February 2010
Contributor
Written by
A. C. Parker
February 2010
A valentine to my kitchen scale: a short piece of mine was published on the Leite's Culinaria website as part of a Valentine's Day feature called "Ode to a Microplane . . . and 18 other declarations of kitchen love." Other contributors include Clotilde Dusoulier of Chocolate & Zucchini, plus David Lebovitz of Living the Sweet Life in Paris. Fine company, I'd say. An excerpt is on my blog, Feeding the Saints, here. If you want to read the full article, it's here: http://leitesculinaria.com/31425/writings-ode-to-a-microplane.html Happy Valentine's Day, everyone.

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  • Tinamarie Bernard

    Ah, but with the SPATULA you don't miss a single bit. We have fun getting the bowl 'clean again' lol!
    Seven year olds are a hoot, eh? Mine is a prococious bright indigo boy, who sometimes is growing faster than his brain can handle. I also have a 2 year old girl. She hasn't yet discovered batter. We aren't really inclined to share just yet - besides having only one spatula, the mixer only has two prongs. ;)

  • A. C. Parker

    Nice to "meet" you, Tinamarie. My son is almost seven, too. I definitely relate to scraping out the batter... but I have to admit we just go at it with our fingers. It's such a great feeling to bake with kids--makes ME feel like a kid again as well. Thanks for commenting.

  • Tinamarie Bernard

    Oh, what a clever and delightful ode to the kitchen tool. I have my favorite devices too, some with batteries, some without. ;) The best may be the spatula my son and I use to scoop out the last remaining batter from the best chocolate bundt cake mix. It's got pudding in it, and by the time we've got the cake baking, the left over batter is a dreaming thick soup of chocolate goo. He and I love every last lick together. He's seven. I'm too coy to admit my age, but that spatula makes me feel like a girl again.