I walked into the bakery and talked to the baker’s wife. She had a large white apron on. She pulled her rolling pin from from the pocket and tapped the bread dough lightly. I asked, “Hey! Do you have any new breads.” She said, “No, I do not.
“Apron” was originally “napron” and people would say, “I just got a napron,” and it eventually changed to “an apron”. I don’t own one. But if I did, it’d have something vulgar written on it probably.
I think about mama in the kitchen with an apron over her dress, making pancakes and hot chocolate on Christmas morning.
I think I’ll buy dad an apron this year.
Something we wear to cook. So we don’t spill pasta sauce all over us. Pasta sauce seems like the apron’s only purpose because I can’t imagine any other food that would be so devastating on one’s clothing. I’m Italian, and that’s something I immediately think of when I think apron.
the apron was checkered in red and white, tied in a tight bow around her back. i watched as she kneaded the dough, so rougly yet smoothly, hands and dough moving in sych. a bakers dance.
the apron was checkered in red and white, tied in a tight bow around her back. i watched as she kneaded the dough, so rougly yet smoothly, hands and dough moving in sych. a bakers dance.
I walked into the bakery and talked to the baker’s wife. She had a large white apron on. She pulled her rolling pin from from the pocket and tapped the bread dough lightly. I asked, “Hey! Do you have any new breads.” She said, “No, I do not.
“Apron” was originally “napron” and people would say, “I just got a napron,” and it eventually changed to “an apron”. I don’t own one. But if I did, it’d have something vulgar written on it probably.
I think about mama in the kitchen with an apron over her dress, making pancakes and hot chocolate on Christmas morning.
I think I’ll buy dad an apron this year.
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Something we wear to cook. So we don’t spill pasta sauce all over us. Pasta sauce seems like the apron’s only purpose because I can’t imagine any other food that would be so devastating on one’s clothing. I’m Italian, and that’s something I immediately think of when I think apron.
the apron was checkered in red and white, tied in a tight bow around her back. i watched as she kneaded the dough, so rougly yet smoothly, hands and dough moving in sych. a bakers dance.
the apron was checkered in red and white, tied in a tight bow around her back. i watched as she kneaded the dough, so rougly yet smoothly, hands and dough moving in sych. a bakers dance.