Lame word choice man, Like honestly? My mom wears those when she cooks food for out whole family.
Man i’m Cynical….
Life goes on..
Apron:
a piece of cloth used by cooks to prevent their clothes from getting Extremely dirty.
Benjamin,
Barker!!!
the apron is something that requires me to think. i don’t know why but it allows me to achieve a certain kind of freedom by enslaving me. it protects me from hazards caused by food preparation but then again it also binds me. this creates a strange sort of freedom while also involving a certain slave mentality. if only i could figure this out and harness this process more efficiently.
Jimmy McDade
I wear it. I tear it. Importance is subsisted by the substance. Sustenance.
Carl Shan
My grandmother used to wear an apron. Every year for Christmans we would spenf the holiday at her house. Times have changfged quite a bit she has now gooten ill. her illness i can;t recall the name of I am afraid of dying this is the reason I don;tspe
Anonymous
white n short..let paint it wid colors of dot
zenesta
i hate aprons. They smell like pee. Some people would choose to wear them when frying fish. I disagree. I say “bring it on hot grease”. no shirt style. Little burns.
Dan
Aprons are somtimes white and come in a variety of colors. They help many people out when cooking and can be used as a sort of lingerie for couples. They are also used for science,woodworking, and mechanics.
Anonymous
Kitchen outings, family gathered close. Adventure waiting to smell and taste waiting in the capable explorer’s hands.
SD Min
I remember aprons my Grandmother would send us. Always the same pattern but the fabrics would change. Delightful flowers from Germany. They got smaller as Grandma got older. I don’t think we have any left. Pity.
Mary Laiuppa
that which hangs in front of the wearer’s body and protects the wearer from getting food on their clothing.
quoniambebe
When I think about apron the image of a matronly woman appears in my head. I get the sensations of wet dough, and the smell of cookies fill the room.
JOe T
The apron is small. It doesn’t fit around my waist, and the strings are so loose, but I pull it on anyways. I remember being five, the strings dangling like small lights in Christmas trees, holding the apron steadily, wanting to wear it, to wield it like an arrow. It has power, dignity. Whoever wears this apron holds the magical powers, the keys to the kingdom. And now I can wear it- it is mine now. And now everything has changed
steph
cooking in the kicken
Anonymous
One day i was cooking in my kitchen and spilled spaghetti all over my favorite apron. I was so depressed but at the same time relieved; i needed a new apron. It was very tattered and worn, but had this intrinsic value to it. It was passed down to me from my grandmother, who immigrated here from Italy in 1890.
Scott Latuch
Her apron, still fresh with her husband’s blood, was now hanging in the basement. She didn’t think she would be able to get the stains out, no matter how many times she washed it.
Nateasaurus
i do not wish to cook, well, at least not today.
but it’s ok. we could try to cook together sans apron since there is no need for formality or messes. spills are bound to happen and we need to accept that.
Anonymous
something you wear to keep food off you, but when painted well can make you look silly or tell people to kiss you. i has one.
steve
i love my apron. it reminds me of my friend ron. a palm fron. hahahaha oh, oh ron. hes ever so witty and nice… i wish that he would love me back though.
Fen Branklyn
one of my best friends created a really awesome apron for her dad. it has pockets and stuff. he uses it to grill out. he keeps matches and other things in the pockets, so he can light the grill. i think it’s a charcoal grill, which in my opinion give a flavor that no gas grill can replicate.
saraaaaa
aprons are nice things but very rarely worn anymore.
Anonymous
cook
Anonymous
apron
Anonymous
My mom has a really nice apron with colorful ducks on it. It has been in the family for ages.
Rin
I wore an apron to prepare the meal because I did not want to ruin my dress … because I was trying to IMPRESS ~
sHE
The first thing I think about when I see this word is a wonderful poem a friend sent me about aprons and what they were used for long ago. I immediately thought of framing the poem with some kind of art, cross stitch, or something like that. My mother did wear an apron when I was a little girl. I lost my mother this year and miss her so much. :(
bearbear
I always wanted an apron when I was little. I thought they were so cute and it woudl make me feel just like one of those great moms on a tv show. I wanted cute little pockets and a cute pattern. I never got the apron I wanted.
Ashley
I love cooking. I love baking. I wish I had an apron, because I like to cook naked, and my god, does it hurt when that butter splatters. Travis has an apron… mine now!
Nolava
aprons really are kind of pointless. usually people just have napkins to clean their hands on anyway or a kitchen towel.
I suppose they do have their appeal though. I always think of my grandma making tamales or baking a cake before her dieting days.
Rey
wives sitting at home get to wear them. they do so to avoid getting things on themselves. they are quite cute and pin-up esque. who doesn’t love a pin up?
sarah
old times baking in the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked cookies!
Anonymous
ktichen and wives working and baking
Anonymous
My mother used to have an apron. It was bright pink with polka dots. I can still remember her wearing it every Sunday morning as she cooked breakfast for me and my sister.
The thing about my mother was that she wasn’t the apron-wearing type.
Erik
tying her apron, she gingerly wiped the blood from her hands. it soiled in loud, crimson stains, pointing down towards her belly.
today
something that oyu wear while you cook.
chris
cover me, cover you
all those things we know are true
hide behind the face you fake
with that counterfeit smile that makes me break
Josh Miller
She wore it tied round her waist. When she wore it, aromas swelled through the kitchen. Gorgeous scents. Vanilla. Cinnamon.
My mom wears an apron every Christmas. It says “HO HO HO” in big red letters. She doesn’t get the irony. It only comes out at Christmas, and I can’t even remember the exact year it came out. I love it, I love her in it. She’s so happy around the holidays and nothing says happy like big red HO HO HO’s.
Kate
She was wearing an apron. The kitchen smelled like biscuits. As she opened the oven, the aroma filled the house. She pulled the rack out, stuck a finger in the middle of a biscuit. It was still doughy.
Lame word choice man, Like honestly? My mom wears those when she cooks food for out whole family.
Man i’m Cynical….
Life goes on..
Apron:
a piece of cloth used by cooks to prevent their clothes from getting Extremely dirty.
Benjamin,
the apron is something that requires me to think. i don’t know why but it allows me to achieve a certain kind of freedom by enslaving me. it protects me from hazards caused by food preparation but then again it also binds me. this creates a strange sort of freedom while also involving a certain slave mentality. if only i could figure this out and harness this process more efficiently.
I wear it. I tear it. Importance is subsisted by the substance. Sustenance.
My grandmother used to wear an apron. Every year for Christmans we would spenf the holiday at her house. Times have changfged quite a bit she has now gooten ill. her illness i can;t recall the name of I am afraid of dying this is the reason I don;tspe
white n short..let paint it wid colors of dot
i hate aprons. They smell like pee. Some people would choose to wear them when frying fish. I disagree. I say “bring it on hot grease”. no shirt style. Little burns.
Aprons are somtimes white and come in a variety of colors. They help many people out when cooking and can be used as a sort of lingerie for couples. They are also used for science,woodworking, and mechanics.
Kitchen outings, family gathered close. Adventure waiting to smell and taste waiting in the capable explorer’s hands.
I remember aprons my Grandmother would send us. Always the same pattern but the fabrics would change. Delightful flowers from Germany. They got smaller as Grandma got older. I don’t think we have any left. Pity.
that which hangs in front of the wearer’s body and protects the wearer from getting food on their clothing.
When I think about apron the image of a matronly woman appears in my head. I get the sensations of wet dough, and the smell of cookies fill the room.
The apron is small. It doesn’t fit around my waist, and the strings are so loose, but I pull it on anyways. I remember being five, the strings dangling like small lights in Christmas trees, holding the apron steadily, wanting to wear it, to wield it like an arrow. It has power, dignity. Whoever wears this apron holds the magical powers, the keys to the kingdom. And now I can wear it- it is mine now. And now everything has changed
cooking in the kicken
One day i was cooking in my kitchen and spilled spaghetti all over my favorite apron. I was so depressed but at the same time relieved; i needed a new apron. It was very tattered and worn, but had this intrinsic value to it. It was passed down to me from my grandmother, who immigrated here from Italy in 1890.
Her apron, still fresh with her husband’s blood, was now hanging in the basement. She didn’t think she would be able to get the stains out, no matter how many times she washed it.
i do not wish to cook, well, at least not today.
but it’s ok. we could try to cook together sans apron since there is no need for formality or messes. spills are bound to happen and we need to accept that.
something you wear to keep food off you, but when painted well can make you look silly or tell people to kiss you. i has one.
i love my apron. it reminds me of my friend ron. a palm fron. hahahaha oh, oh ron. hes ever so witty and nice… i wish that he would love me back though.
one of my best friends created a really awesome apron for her dad. it has pockets and stuff. he uses it to grill out. he keeps matches and other things in the pockets, so he can light the grill. i think it’s a charcoal grill, which in my opinion give a flavor that no gas grill can replicate.
aprons are nice things but very rarely worn anymore.
cook
apron
My mom has a really nice apron with colorful ducks on it. It has been in the family for ages.
I wore an apron to prepare the meal because I did not want to ruin my dress … because I was trying to IMPRESS ~
The first thing I think about when I see this word is a wonderful poem a friend sent me about aprons and what they were used for long ago. I immediately thought of framing the poem with some kind of art, cross stitch, or something like that. My mother did wear an apron when I was a little girl. I lost my mother this year and miss her so much. :(
I always wanted an apron when I was little. I thought they were so cute and it woudl make me feel just like one of those great moms on a tv show. I wanted cute little pockets and a cute pattern. I never got the apron I wanted.
I love cooking. I love baking. I wish I had an apron, because I like to cook naked, and my god, does it hurt when that butter splatters. Travis has an apron… mine now!
aprons really are kind of pointless. usually people just have napkins to clean their hands on anyway or a kitchen towel.
I suppose they do have their appeal though. I always think of my grandma making tamales or baking a cake before her dieting days.
wives sitting at home get to wear them. they do so to avoid getting things on themselves. they are quite cute and pin-up esque. who doesn’t love a pin up?
old times baking in the kitchen, the smell of freshly baked cookies!
ktichen and wives working and baking
My mother used to have an apron. It was bright pink with polka dots. I can still remember her wearing it every Sunday morning as she cooked breakfast for me and my sister.
The thing about my mother was that she wasn’t the apron-wearing type.
tying her apron, she gingerly wiped the blood from her hands. it soiled in loud, crimson stains, pointing down towards her belly.
something that oyu wear while you cook.
cover me, cover you
all those things we know are true
hide behind the face you fake
with that counterfeit smile that makes me break
She wore it tied round her waist. When she wore it, aromas swelled through the kitchen. Gorgeous scents. Vanilla. Cinnamon.
Bill Cosby, cooking, kitchen, carrot, food, drink, doctor, chef, knife, spoon, cake, sugar, milk, honey, liquor, spoon, fork, table spoon, cup, bowl,
My mom wears an apron every Christmas. It says “HO HO HO” in big red letters. She doesn’t get the irony. It only comes out at Christmas, and I can’t even remember the exact year it came out. I love it, I love her in it. She’s so happy around the holidays and nothing says happy like big red HO HO HO’s.
She was wearing an apron. The kitchen smelled like biscuits. As she opened the oven, the aroma filled the house. She pulled the rack out, stuck a finger in the middle of a biscuit. It was still doughy.
Aprons.
Women.
Kitchen.
Sexist?
Nah.