A cook standing in the kitchen, aromas wafting from the pan she stirs. She wipes her hands on her apron, and turns to the oven, peering inside to check on the three apple, cherry, and rhubarb pies that are browning inside.
Aprons are interesting. My dad has a few, and I think that’s funny. My parents love to cook, so it doesn’t surprise me. When did aprons come in and go out of fashion? Perhaps they are still the ‘it’ item? Who knows?
what a mother wears when cooking. I guess it goes with the whole steriotype of a perfect 50’s housewife. Dunno if chefs wear aprons, they do wear hats. Silly hats Especially french chefs, what purpose do the hats have? dunno.
‘What a stupid word is apron,’ thought James when he had to write it down. It was used in the kitchen, yes, his mother used it, his older sister, but why would he have to know how to actually write it? It’s not as if he’d ever have to use it, after all. He was a MAN, not a women. He had other tasks – cooking was not one of them.
The frilly apron lay unused on the kitchen table. I was afraid she would never use it, and was concerned I had chosen the wrong color. Possibly, she had wanted a more dark color… pink wasn’t really her thing. Yet I couldn’t resist buying a pink frilly apron! There was no shame in me purchasing it… oh, who would notice a 60 year old man buying a pink frilly apron for his granddaughter?
the apron got caught in the stove. She was frustrated and mad but she didn’t let him see it.
Another fucked up meal.
Another useless fight
Another wasted night.
Good job boyfriend, good job.
She turned to the man. “Here it is, sir. One huge pie.” As he thanked her and left, she noticed something odd. She looked down at her apron. There was something there that wasn’t right, but she couldn’t tell what it was.
The apron is a small animal living in people’s noses. When they sleep it comes out of the nose and start shitting yellow poop in the corner of their eyes.
She wore an apron every day. A different one everyday. Yesterday, it was aruffled eyelet number and it went down to her knees, and tied into a huge bow along her waist. she was a sight to see, let me tell you. Aprons are handy!
as the strings became tangled as I unhooked the apron from the back of the door i realised the recipie I had been looking for was in the front pocket, along with the clothes pegs I had forgotten.
Her apron was bright pink, standing out from all the pure white ones in the spick and span kitchen. Not that she wasn’t spick and span, Cherry was the cleanest and most fussy perfectionist i ever met. She insisted on dressing in bright colours all the time as she raed somewhere they made you happy. She wanted life to be perfect.
there the apron sits waiting to be used, it is old and dsuty and evokes memories of times gone by, ttimes that can never be rekindled, not even in memory. It lies now in a box, basically undiscovered and unused. It will happemn that someome will come across it again
he was tied to his mum’s apron strings, that’s what the church ladies said. but in reality, he just loved her. he knew she was lonely and wanted to make her last years on earth pleasant ones. afterall, she had looked after him all those years, during the war when there were so few things, so little to eat and so much distress. so he made her happy, took her places, and to dinner. he sat and chatted over old times and remembered with her.
Somone is cooking apple pie! I am so excited! But wait, what is that stain on the apron? Oh my goodness! It’s chocolate sauce! That will never come out, and what’s worse, now the apple pie is contaminted. WHat ever shall we do?
heart.
Heart is something that can be broken very easily. It is fragile, like a bubble. It is the only part of your body that constantly bleeds. It has four chambers. It’s not fun to get stabbed in the heart. Why would anyone choose to die that way?
Mom is cooking apple pie in the kitchen waiting for dad to arrive home from a late night at work. He could be here in minutes or hours – she doesn’t know, so she cooks. The pie will be inedible, but eating it and pretending it is good will be a small part of his punishment. I daren’t enter the kitchen at all. If I get hungry before he gets home, that’s too bad.
aprons are worn in the kitchen when cooking or sometingl ike that. they are also used to do craft projects and stuff. they are worn hanging from the neck usually, and tied around the waste. they are used to prevent from dirt and messes to get on your clothing. they are a good invention because now everytime you cook or do art, or work in a messy situation you have an alternative.
Apron stings are what you tie around your waist when you’re cooking and you don’t want to get your clothes mucky. They’re also what you anchor your children to you with. At some point you have to cut those strings so that your children can make their own way in the world and mature as individuals who will hopefully one day have apron strings of their own.
An apron is the best tool a chef can have, at least a chef who is obssessed about cleanliness. It helps prevent the nice presentable clothing from getting dirty by the stains from mouth-watering food preparations.
by Neha Muchhal (muchhal.neha@gmail.com) on 10.04.2009
I once made an apron in year 8 Home Ecenomics class. I had to make the design myself, and I got an A for it. It came with a knife holder and everything. Win.
APRONS COOKIBND APRONS COOKIND APRONS COOKIND APRONS COOKING APRONS COOKING ARE GOOD GOOOD GOOD GOOOD VERY GOOD GOOD NUSE USEFULL GOOD APRONS GOOD COOKING
aprons are a very good idia when one is cooking as they wil keep all of the food that you are cooking off your clothes they are very old fashiond and very usfull
My mother never wore one, but I did, frying chicken at the Krystal #5 restaurant in Tucker, Georgia. I had to touch the uncooked flesh of the dead, removed the guts. Batter flour powdered the apron, which was ridiculously dark brown. It got so hot next to the roiling cooker, I hallucinated I was a drumstick stuck in the mouth of a running dog.
pronoune… that’s a word… i really do not know what apron means… then… english is not my mother tongue…
A cook standing in the kitchen, aromas wafting from the pan she stirs. She wipes her hands on her apron, and turns to the oven, peering inside to check on the three apple, cherry, and rhubarb pies that are browning inside.
Aprons are interesting. My dad has a few, and I think that’s funny. My parents love to cook, so it doesn’t surprise me. When did aprons come in and go out of fashion? Perhaps they are still the ‘it’ item? Who knows?
Aprons are interesting.
what a mother wears when cooking. I guess it goes with the whole steriotype of a perfect 50’s housewife. Dunno if chefs wear aprons, they do wear hats. Silly hats Especially french chefs, what purpose do the hats have? dunno.
‘What a stupid word is apron,’ thought James when he had to write it down. It was used in the kitchen, yes, his mother used it, his older sister, but why would he have to know how to actually write it? It’s not as if he’d ever have to use it, after all. He was a MAN, not a women. He had other tasks – cooking was not one of them.
The frilly apron lay unused on the kitchen table. I was afraid she would never use it, and was concerned I had chosen the wrong color. Possibly, she had wanted a more dark color… pink wasn’t really her thing. Yet I couldn’t resist buying a pink frilly apron! There was no shame in me purchasing it… oh, who would notice a 60 year old man buying a pink frilly apron for his granddaughter?
the apron got caught in the stove. She was frustrated and mad but she didn’t let him see it.
Another fucked up meal.
Another useless fight
Another wasted night.
Good job boyfriend, good job.
She turned to the man. “Here it is, sir. One huge pie.” As he thanked her and left, she noticed something odd. She looked down at her apron. There was something there that wasn’t right, but she couldn’t tell what it was.
The apron is a small animal living in people’s noses. When they sleep it comes out of the nose and start shitting yellow poop in the corner of their eyes.
A protective piece of clothing, matronly, but also a badge of servitude.
What is apron? No idea. Approval or something? I really do not know. TIme up please.
She wore an apron every day. A different one everyday. Yesterday, it was aruffled eyelet number and it went down to her knees, and tied into a huge bow along her waist. she was a sight to see, let me tell you. Aprons are handy!
one word can change your life.one word can make you greater.one word can get help from some body, one word makes fou hospitable that is PLAESE
is best to protect clothes from getting messy.
apron
apron
as the strings became tangled as I unhooked the apron from the back of the door i realised the recipie I had been looking for was in the front pocket, along with the clothes pegs I had forgotten.
ties you wear an apron to protect yourself from food splatter while cooking i think aprons are sexy if the are worn with nothing else
Her apron was bright pink, standing out from all the pure white ones in the spick and span kitchen. Not that she wasn’t spick and span, Cherry was the cleanest and most fussy perfectionist i ever met. She insisted on dressing in bright colours all the time as she raed somewhere they made you happy. She wanted life to be perfect.
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there the apron sits waiting to be used, it is old and dsuty and evokes memories of times gone by, ttimes that can never be rekindled, not even in memory. It lies now in a box, basically undiscovered and unused. It will happemn that someome will come across it again
Nothing!
he was tied to his mum’s apron strings, that’s what the church ladies said. but in reality, he just loved her. he knew she was lonely and wanted to make her last years on earth pleasant ones. afterall, she had looked after him all those years, during the war when there were so few things, so little to eat and so much distress. so he made her happy, took her places, and to dinner. he sat and chatted over old times and remembered with her.
cooking, food, 1950’s housewife, winter, mess, old school, mum/grandmother,
Somone is cooking apple pie! I am so excited! But wait, what is that stain on the apron? Oh my goodness! It’s chocolate sauce! That will never come out, and what’s worse, now the apple pie is contaminted. WHat ever shall we do?
heart.
Heart is something that can be broken very easily. It is fragile, like a bubble. It is the only part of your body that constantly bleeds. It has four chambers. It’s not fun to get stabbed in the heart. Why would anyone choose to die that way?
Mom is cooking apple pie in the kitchen waiting for dad to arrive home from a late night at work. He could be here in minutes or hours – she doesn’t know, so she cooks. The pie will be inedible, but eating it and pretending it is good will be a small part of his punishment. I daren’t enter the kitchen at all. If I get hungry before he gets home, that’s too bad.
aprons are worn in the kitchen when cooking or sometingl ike that. they are also used to do craft projects and stuff. they are worn hanging from the neck usually, and tied around the waste. they are used to prevent from dirt and messes to get on your clothing. they are a good invention because now everytime you cook or do art, or work in a messy situation you have an alternative.
Apron stings are what you tie around your waist when you’re cooking and you don’t want to get your clothes mucky. They’re also what you anchor your children to you with. At some point you have to cut those strings so that your children can make their own way in the world and mature as individuals who will hopefully one day have apron strings of their own.
An apron is the best tool a chef can have, at least a chef who is obssessed about cleanliness. It helps prevent the nice presentable clothing from getting dirty by the stains from mouth-watering food preparations.
I once made an apron in year 8 Home Ecenomics class. I had to make the design myself, and I got an A for it. It came with a knife holder and everything. Win.
Dressed in her little red dress,
her apron smiled
her eyes faded
her mouth shut
her nose cried
and then she died.
In her favourite apron.
my mom always worwe everyday, they becmae tattered over time . i rememberthem being every color of the raninbp
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cleaning agents
APRONS COOKIBND APRONS COOKIND APRONS COOKIND APRONS COOKING APRONS COOKING ARE GOOD GOOOD GOOD GOOOD VERY GOOD GOOD NUSE USEFULL GOOD APRONS GOOD COOKING
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APRONS CAN BE MADE OF CLOTHE PLASTIC AND OF CORSE MANY OTHER MATIRIELS BUT i GENERALLY USE PLASTIC ONES AND THEY ARE MUCH BETTER
aprons are a very good idia when one is cooking as they wil keep all of the food that you are cooking off your clothes they are very old fashiond and very usfull
My mother never wore one, but I did, frying chicken at the Krystal #5 restaurant in Tucker, Georgia. I had to touch the uncooked flesh of the dead, removed the guts. Batter flour powdered the apron, which was ridiculously dark brown. It got so hot next to the roiling cooker, I hallucinated I was a drumstick stuck in the mouth of a running dog.
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