Tuesday, January 12, 2010
A Doh! While Rolling Dough
In the kitchen, we rely on many inanimate objects to create our dishes. Some become trusted partners, nearly extensions of our own limbs. Others are only begrudgingly dragged out when needed, our thoughts turned to how to beat it into submission. Some become nearly totem like, passed down as a sacred object from generation to generation to continue a beloved family recipe.
My rolling pin's time had come. The wood inside the handle was dry rotted so if it did not go gently into that good night tonight, it would have gone soon. I will miss that ancient rolling pin and the connections and memories it held for me. I only hope these damn cookies taste good!