Kitchen Soliloquy #8: The Transvestite Fork
It forked out a lot of knives to be a knife this fork, not to mention all of the spooning in between. But as you may have drawn from my addressing of it as a fork, it still didn’t quite feel like a knife.
Kitchen Soliloquy #7: The Judgmental Microwave
“Step into my fortress,” says the microwave, the evil auctioneer, conductor of particle transportation. And many did.
Kitchen Soliloquy #6: The brush that went ‘Brazilian’
The brush watched a lot of daytime television. Too much some might say. It worked during the day, you see.
Kitchen Soliloquy #4: The Psychopath Toaster
If ever there was a bad-ass in the kitchen it was the toaster. It was a nutcase.
Kitchen Soliloquy #1: The Saucer with Napoleon Syndrome
The saucer was an angry little dish. He was like a human pinkie finger…
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