I have never been able to do anything related to cooking or baking
without getting it all over me. (This also extends to other things—as a
reporter I once stuck flowers on a Tournament of Roses float in pursuit of a
story on the process; after less than 30 minutes I had glue on the back of my jeans,
my shirt, my hands and my hair—but I’m in the kitchen more consistently than
other places.)
And lately, of course, I’ve been doing a lot of baking, which
means there are flour and sugar particulates all over the place. When LQ
came over Saturday to teach me the care and feeding of sourdough starter, I
was thinking that I need flour-colored sweatpants. Invariably when I set out to
bake something I’m wearing navy blue or black, and I end up with white
handprints and little splatters of dried meringue all over me.
Even—and I’m not sure how this happens—on my face.
Aprons don’t seem to help, as they leave your back exposed, and I
somehow manage to look like I’ve rolled in dough front and back.
So here’s my product idea: a kitchen burqa.
Only the color of flour and cake batter.
Restaurant supply stores sell great cotton slacks and draped shirts that the cleaners will starch for you so that flour dusts off and spills can be dabbed away with a moist cloth.
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