Kate cannot wait to spend the holidays with her son and his wife — it’s her first Christmas with the family. But when Liz criticizes her cooking, and John chooses silence over defending his mother, will the holidays be ruined?
I was always the feeder — especially after I got married, it was always me cooking for every family dinner and during the major holidays, like Christmas. But after Oliver, my husband, passed, I lost hold of that part of me.
Now, I barely cook, just enough to keep myself going, and barely that.
Except during the holidays because this is when my son, John, comes for his annual roast dinner. And then, it’s time for me to shine. But this year, things got very heated in the kitchen.
This was the first year with Liz, John’s wife, joining us. When they were dating, she always went home to her parents instead of visiting us. Which, I’ll admit, is fair because being with your family is everything during the holidays. Anyway, I was intrigued to see how Liz would mix with the rest of our family for the day.
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I got up early and began the Christmas meal, knowing that it would be an early dinner with many side dishes and different desserts to follow. I made the usual Christmas dinner that we’ve done for years — chicken, with roasted potatoes and gravy being the main attraction, but with lots of little dishes. Things that John loved.
But Liz? Oh, she definitely wasn’t a fan.
I was putting the final touches on the chicken when Liz strolled into the kitchen, cell phone in hand, eyeing my cooking. She looked around the kitchen with an expression that looked like she had smelt something terrible. I tried to ignore her because I was already sweating away.
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Then, she hit me with a line that slammed through me. “Hey, Kate,” she said, “maybe we should order food. Not everyone wants what you’ve cooked. I don’t know if everyone enjoys your cooking, either. Every aspect of Christmas is supposed to be enjoyed by everyone. They should enjoy the food, too!”
I was completely blindsided by her words.
I saw John leaning against the archway, nibbling on a carrot. He altogether avoided my gaze, looking over me and out the window across the room. I held back my tears and bit my lip.
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The guests were almost all present, sitting all over the house, and I didn’t want to put a damper on the dinner, even if Liz had hurt me. Dinner rolled around, and the table groaned beneath the weight of the food. My guests, John included, were digging in and singing praises for the food I had been cooking for most of the day.
“The food’s great, right? Everyone’s enjoying it?” John asked the table.
His uncle laughed and helped himself to another serving of roasted potatoes. “Why wouldn’t we enjoy my sister’s food?” my brother said.
“Because Liz said that the dinner might be ruined by Mom’s dishes. She wanted us to order in.”
“Nonsense!” my brother exclaimed, drowning his potatoes in gravy.
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John looked at me and smiled. Which was when I realized that my sweet boy’s silence wasn’t meant to hurt me. No. He was trying to bide his time until he could teach Liz a lesson and embarrass her in front of our family.
Liz turned red from his comment as everyone stared at her. I’ll admit that I felt bad for her. It was her first Christmas with us, and already, it wasn’t looking promising.
Later on, when I was in the kitchen again, packing the dishwasher and emptying dishes of food, Liz came in.
“Kate, I’m sorry,” my daughter-in-law said. “I was so wrong to do what I did. I am sorry, please understand.”
“Understand what?” I asked her.
I did feel bad, yes. But I was still hurt.
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“I only said that because John loves your food. He always talks about how you make all these special things for him. I can’t make a basic mac and cheese without him saying yours is better. I looked at the food, smelt all the delicious smells from this kitchen, and panicked.”
“Liz, you should know that a boy and his mother’s food is a relationship in and of itself,” I laughed, trying to diffuse the tension. “I can teach you how to cook just like me. My mother taught me everything I know.”
“Really?” she asked. “Even after I’ve been so horrible?”
“Yes,” I said with a softening smile.
Then, I led her to the Christmas tree, ready to give Liz her present.
I still think the whole thing hurts me, but I’m grateful she didn’t say what she said for a nasty reason. Liz felt threatened by John’s relationship with my food instead of fostering a relationship with Liz’s cooking.
But I can teach her.
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If the same thing had happened to you, what would you have done? Would you have been silent until the truth came out, like me? Or would you have retaliated immediately?
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Past Events
Imagine traveling back in time to the 1950s and 1960s, when rock ‘n’ roll and poodle skirts were popular. It was also a time of clever inventions, such as the old-fashioned electric knife sharpener, which revolutionized our daily cooking procedures. Before the invention of this clever device, sharpening knives required upper-body exercise and involved the use of whetstones or manual sharpeners. But an ordinarily laborious operation was quickly made more convenient and efficient by the electric knife sharpening.
During the post-war boom, when household appliances were all the rage for making life easier, the first models started to light in kitchens. Leading the way were companies like Presto and Chef’s Choice, which produced dependable sharpeners that soon became a fixture in American homes.
Application
Whether you are a novice chef or a seasoned pro, using a vintage electric knife sharpener is simple. Imagine yourself in your kitchen, ready to sharpen those blades to the level of a ninja’s sword after plugging in the sharpener. Here is a brief how-to:
1. Set up: Ensure that the sharpener is spotless and resting on a sturdy base. Turn it on by plugging it in.
2. Sharpening: Align the knife blade with the internal guides as you insert it into the slot. Pull the knife through gradually, applying consistent pressure and speed from heel to tip. The edge will be sharpened and ground by the abrasive wheels inside.
3.Repeating: Do this a few times with duller blades. For varying phases of sharpening, from coarse grinding to delicate honing, many sharpeners have numerous slots.
4. Finishing: Test the blade’s sharpness by slicing through paper or on a cutting surface after wiping off any metal shavings. And voilà! You have a brand-new knife.
History
What, therefore, makes the retro electric knife sharpener a cherished kitchen tool? It all comes down to safety and efficiency. The technique of maintaining knives has been democratized by these devices, making it available to everybody. No more battling with whetstones or making many journeys to the professional sharpener. Not to mention, a sharp knife lowers the possibility of mishaps in the kitchen, making it a safe tool.
These historical pioneers are responsible for the creation of the contemporary models, which are equipped with sophisticated diamond abrasives and precise angle guides. But antique electric knife sharpeners continue to have a unique place in the hearts of people who enjoy a little nostalgia. Not only do they function flawlessly, but they also harken back to a time when inventive solutions for the typical home cook were commonplace.
The old-fashioned electric knife sharpener was, to put it briefly, revolutionary. Its use continues to influence contemporary culinary practices, and its history records an era of remarkable invention. These sharpeners made knife upkeep simple and effective, which made cooking safer and more fun on a daily basis.
So, check it out if you ever come upon one of these antique treasures. Your cooking and your utensils will appreciate it, I promise!
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