Since I don’t really see myself as someone who cooks, I don’t see myself as an apron gal, either. And yet I’ve got a strong relationship with each of my four aprons.
This is my latest apron. A bit girly for me, true. But it was a gift from a girlfriend for Mother’s Day, and I was duly touched.
This next one is one of the rare pieces of swag I’ve received in my misbegotten career as a food blogger. It’s from the Sahale Snacks Co., and it’s got two things going for it: It’s black, and it’s functional.
This third is extra special. I’m not supposed to have this, but I do, and I cherish it. You can’t see it from the picture, but this is a very valuable, highly coveted Trader Joe’s apron. Since I’m a fixture at my local branch, one of the sample ladies slipped me an apron they were retiring because it was, I don’t know, faded. I have long held the opinion that Traders should sell these aprons because, well duh. Everyone would buy one. But nobody listens to me.
Finally, the apron I can’t bear to get rid of, even though it’s long past its prime and almost embarrassingly so. People have mistaken it for a rag. But I continue to wear it. This is the blue apron given to me by an old Russian lady back when we lived in San Francisco and the Drama Teen was a baby. I was just starting to try and cook and things weren’t going well. A trend that has continued to this day, alas. Nevertheless, this tatty, thin, stained old apron is the equivalent of that ancient pair of blue jeans you just can’t toss. It will have to disintegrate before I throw it out.
I love all my aprons and use them every day, in no particular order. My biggest regret is not having one of Bab’s aprons. I would surely be a much better cook by now.
So spill. Tell me about your favored apron….