to salivate over kitchen utensils

This weekend I took my brother to Surfas, my favorite kitchen/restaurant supply house in LA (or anywhere, for that matter).  I am in heaven whenever I walk through the warehouse sized doors and into my culinary dream of rows of olive oils (bought a bottle of jalapeno lime olive oil – how delicious is that?) and vinegars, herbs and spices I’ve never heard of, bags of calcium chloride (which I had to buy but have no idea what I’m gonna do with), heavy duty pots, pans and gadgets and my favorite row – the Aisle of Spatulas.  Maybe it’s because I grew up in the bakery business and icing spatulas were a daily tool, but I have always secretly harbored a love of this “turner,” be it silicone, stainless steel, wood, slotted, flat, or whisk-like.

So as we stood among the flippers/turners/spatulas, we salivated, picking up each, commenting on the balance, the weight, the feel.  At that very moment, chef’s spatula in hand, I felt an eerie yet giddy calmness.  And I knew my brother felt the same.

brother Garret in Surfas modeling the latest in chef hat-wear.

Brother Garret in Surfas modeling the latest in chef hat-wear.

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  1. my lover boy « - November 26, 2011

    […] do love all things food – buying it, preparing it, cooking it, eating it.    Even the stores where I buy it, the gadgets and equipment used to prepare it, my pots and pans I cook it in, and […]

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