{"id":642,"date":"2016-12-16T00:15:37","date_gmt":"2016-12-16T00:15:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/?p=642"},"modified":"2016-12-16T00:16:47","modified_gmt":"2016-12-16T00:16:47","slug":"three-kitchen-mishaps","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/?p=642","title":{"rendered":"Three Kitchen Mishaps"},"content":{"rendered":"

Kitchen Mishap Number One<\/h3>\n

Leonard Cohen died a week or so ago. I read about it online, around 3:30 am the night Trump became President-Elect. This is from Cohen\u2019s song Democracy: <\/p>\n

\u201c\u2026from the homicidal bitchin’
\nthat goes down in every kitchen
\nto determine who will serve and who will eat\u2026\u201d\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

You may have seen Mary Pratt\u2019s \u201cRed Current Jelly (1972)\u201d on display in the National Gallery of Canada in Ottawa. <\/p>\n

\"jelly-jars\"<\/p>\n

Mary has painted other jellies but they are cleaned up with the jars wiped clean. This painting gives you the sticky messiness of jelly making. There\u2019s going to be no bitchin’ here.<\/p>\n

Canadian painter Mary Pratt makes it quite clear how tangled her paintings are with her kitchen, and the food in it \u2013 raw, cooked, preserved\u2014even fish heads in the sink. And miles and miles of aluminium foil. The minutiae of women\u2019s lives that we forget to notice.<\/p>\n

\"km-2\"<\/p>\n

I began my 600-words about \u201cegg cartons\u201d, with two cartons of eggs I\u2019d taken from my fridge. Both cartons were well past their due dates. So I left the newest carton in case someone wanted to eat eggs and not die, and I broke the eggs left in the older carton. <\/p>\n

I put the mostly empty shells back in the carton and remembered Mary Pratt\u2019s painting. (Mary Pratt, Eggs in an Egg Crate, 1975) It\u2019s a painting, but I think in this case, it makes a wonderful illustration. If you know any mouthy artists, you\u2019ve heard many times that paintings and illustrations are not the same. So? This is what I had to work with.<\/p>\n

Back to my writing exercise. Zephyr and Umber, our two dogs, love raw egg, that\u2019s why I gave each of them a bowl full of old eggs. The yolks were stiff and the whites swam with blobs of weirdness.<\/p>\n

Love it. I hurried to my computer before the muse left me. I wrote my 600-word essay and sent it to the printer. (Always print before walking away. Computers know when you leave the room. That\u2019s when they run out of ink, or paper, or they jam.) I stayed and these pages came out pristine. (Me: win. Printer: lose\u2026so far.)<\/p>\n

I took the immaculate sheets to the kitchen for the latest on my personal reward list\u2014a new package of President\u2019s Choice Oatmeal Chocolate Chip Cookies. I slapped my printed (and brilliant) essay onto the counter so I could open the package of cookies sealed to withstand a kitchen-size nuclear bomb\u2026dropped by a drone.<\/p>\n

The phone rang. Where was it? It was right where I\u2019d left it \u2013 on the sofa in the living room. I grabbed a handful of scattered cookies and made it by the fifth ring. It was a Bell Telephone guy asking me to take part in a survey. This week\u2019s Bell Repair Guy had not only shown up at our house, he was the only Bell person to believe me that my phone static problem was in fact the Bell line from their pole, into our house. I took the survey and gave the Bell Guy a rave review for replacing the 70 to 100 year-old line\u2026 I hope Bell rewards him. But what are the chances?<\/p>\n

The chocolate in my reward cookies began melting in my hand while I looked at a French decorating magazine that I\u2019d also left on the sofa, beside the phone. All of this took awhile, because in case you didn\u2019t know, French Decorating Magazines are porn for some of us.<\/p>\n

La-de-daw-de-daw, I wandered back into the kitchen, wondering what I\u2019d been doing there in the first place. CRUNCH. I stopped and looked down. Zephyr and Umber tiptoed out of the kitchen. My foot crunched again. Smart me figured it out. Zephyr The Terrier, still sniffed raw eggs. No doubt, she had stared at the counter with unflinching eyes until Umber, the standard poodle, got the message. Front paws on the counter, Umber managed to drag everything from the counter to the floor using his hunting-dog soft mouth.<\/p>\n

Crunch. The chewed, slimed-out egg carton dribbled onto a base of broken eggshells. There was not a slick of raw egg to be seen on the shells but twisted with the ripped and partially eaten carton, was my ripped and smudged 600-word essay about egg cartons. It was close to heart-stopping. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.<\/p>\n

The dogs ate my homework, Version One, not saved. But nicely printed. That\u2019s why this longer Version Two, is late. (1,583 words, not 600). The dogs really did eat my homework. <\/p>\n

Mary Pratt:
\nI think, with my work, even the things that are ordinary are not ordinary, because I don\u2019t believe that anything is ordinary. I think everything is complex and worthy of conjecture, and worthy of a look \u2014 worthy of a close look.<\/em><\/p>\n

\"km3\"<\/p>\n

    <\/p>\n
  1. Mary Pratt, Eviscerated Chickens (1971), oil on Masonite, 45 x 61 cm.
    \nThe Rooms, St. John\u2019s, NL Memorial University of Newfoundland Collection<\/li>\n
  2. Mary Pratt, Fish Head in Steel Sink (1983), oil on Masonite, 52 x 77.5 cm.
    \nPrivate Collection, New Brunswick<\/li>\n

    <\/small>\n<\/ol>\n

    Find out more about Mary Pratt:
    \nhttp:\/\/www.ngcmagazine.ca\/exhibitions\/mary-pratt-a-love-affair-with-vision<\/a>.<\/p>\n

    Kitchen Mishap Number Two<\/h3>\n

    The other day a friend asked me if I\u2019d ever put the unground coffee beans directly into the coffee pot. Don\u2019t be silly. I\u2019m the person who got up one morning, went downstairs and poured the fresh pot of hot coffee into the sugar bowl.<\/p>\n

    The painting below is not by Mary Pratt but it\u2019s in the theme of her indoor domestic scenes. This is The Milkmaid<\/em> (1658-1661) by Johannes Vermeer. Rijksmuseum Museum, Amsterdam.<\/p>\n

    \"km-4\"<\/p>\n

    It\u2019s the only painting I found with a woman pouring a liquid\u2014although it\u2019s not coffee, it\u2019s obviously milk. Milk is not big in our household. No one takes milk in either tea or coffee \u2013 let alone drink a glass of it. We often run out or it\u2019s sour. You can say the same for a lot of things stored in our fridge. On that particular evening, I decided to make zucchini pancakes with the two zucchinis I found at the back of the fridge.<\/p>\n

    After 42 years, my Cuisinart gave out and I\u2019d asked for a new one for Christmas. Yea. Well. Cuisinarts have changed and it took me some time to get the blade into the new one so I could shred the withering zucchinis. Pleased to say I didn\u2019t shred any fingers. I was on my way; I figured the rest would be easy.<\/p>\n

    Eggs were part of this mishap too\u2014and a dog. I broke the very last two eggs in my kitchen into a small soup bowl. I whisked with a fork\u2014while I stood on one foot. Other foot is trying to keep my dog Zephyr away because, as you already know, she loves raw eggs and she knows the sound of them breaking anywhere in our three-story house. Reached into fridge, still on one foot, and poured small amount of milk into the eggs.<\/p>\n

    The eggs appeared to curdle. My last 2 eggs. I bent over and peered into the small bowl up close (new glasses on order). The milk had separated into chunky globs of yellow. Checked expiry date on milk box. It appears the milk box was, in fact, the orange juice box. What the\u2026! Maniacal laughter. Big sigh. Oh well. Another sigh, and I decided to finish.<\/p>\n

    Poured more juice in, added Tea-Bisk, mixed all ingredients, divided and fried. Presented the browned, dubious results as Zucchini Pancakes Caribbean Style (from a menu I\u2019d once seen). No one noticed. <\/p>\n

    I\u2019ll remember that part next time I\u2019m asked to whip up something when the fridge is pretty well empty.<\/p>\n

    Kitchen Mishap Number Three<\/h3>\n

    \"km-5\"During my early teenage years, I believed everything printed in Seventeen Magazine. I even tried some of their tips \u2013 like how to moisturize your hair to silky silkiness.<\/p>\n

    Here we go again. Take one egg and beat with fork. (No Zephyr the dog, to hold off. Remember this happened when I was a teenager and still lived at home. My mother hated dogs.)<\/p>\n

    Now you have your egg beaten and you comb the raw mess into your hair, wrap your head in whatever plastic substance they used back then, sit for 15 minutes and hope no one shows up. No one did in those days. Then you take the plastic off and pour some olive oil on your eggy hair. (Do you know where I\u2019m headed with this?)<\/p>\n

    Then with water as hot as you can stand (to get the oil off), hanging over the kitchen sink, you use the vegetable sprayer to rinse your hair. The oil and egg mixture now has a kind of funny, lumpy texture not unlike that nubby plaster stuff sprayed on ceilings in the 1950s.<\/p>\n

    The hot water has cooked the egg and oil together, yes cooked, and in many places, cooked the greasy mass together\u2026and attached on to your head here and there. You now have a head covered in blobby yellow plaster with hair inside. It will take many, many, many, many washings before your hair feels, not like silk, but egg-free. You hope. Don\u2019t even think about the texture of straw.<\/p>\n

    Oh yes, make sure you clean up the kitchen\u2014your mother\u2019s already going to be pissed when she sees your hair. <\/p>\n

    Or maybe not.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

    \"km-2\"Dear Ladies of My Writing Group:<\/strong>
    \nI\u2019ve noticed that back on March 1, 2014, we gung-ho Writing Ladies gave ourselves another exercise in our line of peculiar projects. Write a 600-word essay inspired by egg cartons. Ring any bells? Years later, here\u2019s mine.
    \n\u2014Barb<\/em><\/p>\n     Read More...<\/a>","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=642"}],"version-history":[{"count":9,"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":656,"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/642\/revisions\/656"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=642"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=642"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/barbaraboyden.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=642"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}