Wednesday, 18 January 2017

Forking hell.



After yesterday's post, this is rather predictable.

Lady Magnon couldn't find our toasting fork anywhere. She knew exactly where it should have been, but it wasn't there.

She was on her hands and knees looking under cupboards, under the stove, in boxes etc, as I rummaged through drawer after drawer to no avail.

The problem was that our outdoor gas bottle had frozen-up over night, and it had made us adopt our 'pioneer back-woodsman' approach to life. For her breakfast, Lady M was frying bacon over the fire, and wanted toast. Rather than use the electric toaster, she wanted fire-toasted toast. But we couldn't find the wretched fork anywhere.

Call it old age, or old-timers, but we eventually found it just a few inches from where is should have been; hiding behind an ancient wooden chopping block. You could have heard the cheers down in Toulouse.

Our old toasting fork is a beauty. It's made from solid wire, and, as you can probably see from the photo, has a simple extending mechanism so as not to burn yourself.

We don't use it very often, but we really missed it yesterday when we couldn't find it.

All is now well with the world (until Friday).



35 comments:

  1. I could have told you it wasn't in a drawer. I have seen it in photos by your stove.

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    1. You're right. It should have been hanging on the right hand side of the stove, but some dumb-cluck had moved it, and hidden it behind an old chopping board where it was totally invisible. Investigations are on-going.

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    2. Do you have a cat in the locality.... they are usually to blame!

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  2. It should have been with the spud masher in that top drawer.

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    1. It's back by the stove, and it's staying there!

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  3. Am I missing something, what is happening on Friday?

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    1. A certain Mr Trump is doing something!

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    2. Oops, I forgot about his norgoration. My mind was on toasting forks.

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    3. Most people are actively TRYING to forget it.

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  4. It's the simple things in life that are the most useful - and most missed when they go astray...;)

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    1. You never know how much you'll need that old toasting fork, until you can't find it.

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  5. I have the same toasting fork, which is hung on a nail on the open fireplace in the lounge. Why does toast made on an open fire taste SO much better than toaster/grill toast?

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    1. Simple is best; one kitchen utensil that will never break. I was just writing the same thing about baked potatoes and real fire.

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  6. What is wrong with Friday? Ah yes, I have just remembered. I shall try to ignore it.
    House sparrows are noisy birds and tend to congregate is large groups. The hedge sparrow is altogether neater and quieter and tends to just be with his mate.

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    1. In which case ours must be House Sparrows, they're noisy and gregarious.

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  7. Like my untidy workshop tools - it was hanging up on the floor.

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    1. I remember going to visit a motorbike mechanic near Farnham with Simon Fletcher. Simon asked for some piece, and the man said "I think I've got on of those" then proceeded to dig it out from the earth floor.

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    2. There used to be a totally blind motorcycle mechanic in Guildford. His workshop was pitch black but he knew where everything was. I went in once, and he forgot to turn the lights on for me.

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  8. I think I could do with one of those, bit of smoke on your toast makes it taste even better!

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    1. Smoke and carbon does wonders for toast.

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  9. Looking for things that we have put away keeps my husband and I active in retirement.

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    1. We spend a good percentage of each day following this exciting retirement hobby.

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  10. it didn't want to be found straight away...

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  11. A couple of weeks ago, one of my hand knit pullovers seemed to have vanished. I store my many sweaters folded on three shelves in a large Shaker design linen press cupboard that was made for me long ago.
    There are a lot of sweaters, hats, gloves and scarves in that cupboard, but I have a sort of system to remember which ones are on which shelf. Day before yesterday, I finally did a systematic clear and restock of each shelf. Success! the multi-blue-colored pullover had somehow been hiding amongst the many black sweaters. I cheered, but still remain a bit puzzled about the disappearance.

    I have never used a toasting fork. Another way in which my life is still incomplete.

    Best wishes.

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    1. Toasting forks are very old fashioned, and probably not found in many homes nowadays. However fire-cooked toast is by far the best, it has a totally different flavour.

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  12. You just had to go mention Friday, we shall be enjoying ourselves at a local casino.

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    1. I didn't wish to lower the tone, but....

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  13. Well, it was in its place after all.
    Greetings Maria x

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    1. Almost. It had been moved about a foot away.

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  14. Cro, you made me belly laugh. I so identify with looking for something and finding it close to where I starting looking. I call it time warp. Some thing disappears only to reappear some time in the future right where you have looked several times. +

    Nebraska Dave
    Urban Farmer
    dbentz24@gmail.com

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    1. I'm afraid that's often the case. Temporary blindness.

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