My mum’s been doing a sort’n’purge of her basement the last couple of weeks. So we’ve been getting questions about what we’d like to adopt, and what we are happy to see go.
I say no to just about everything, but it has me thinking about the artefacts of my childhood. Objects that I remember, either for no particular reason, or for very specific ones.
Like, for instance, my parents’ large stainless steel mixing bowl. Not unlike the one pictured below.
Now, there’s nothing remarkable about a large stainless steel mixing bowl. They’re handy. Good all-purpose objects.
However. And this is a note sent back in time to my parents. Are you ready past-parents? Are you ready for this pile of wisdom I am about to bestow on you? Okay, here it comes:
ALL-PURPOSE IS NOT MEANT TO BE TAKEN LITERALLY.
Y’see, in our house, this large stainless steel mixing bowl had exactly two functions. Two radically different functions which should, by all rights, have been mutually exclusive. Those two functions are as follows:
1) As a serving bowl for Cesar salad.
2) As a bedside back-up vomit bowl for sick children.
The truth is out.
Oh, that’s right, friends, family, and friends & family who might have come to a dinner-party at my childhood home. That bowl that you served yourself that delicious Cesar salad out of? Oh yeah. That was also the puke bowl. Before and after you were over.
That feeling running down your spine? That cold chill? I’ve had that feeling every time I’ve so much as looked at Cesar salad, my whole life.
Needless to say, if that bowl ever comes up for grabs, I’ll probably give it a pass. There isn’t enough Palmolive in the world.
Almost laughed myself sick! Female Past Parent (Although there is no such creature!)