Monday September 21st 2020, 11:13 pm
Filed under: Food,Life

My hair broke the spatula.

It took some doing. I was about to reach forward into the mixer bowl to scrape the edges when, in that movement, my hair, which, granted, has gotten a bit long these days, suddenly wrapped itself around my wrist and it and in that moment of surprise (I’d love to see the slow-motion video of just exactly how) the spatula went flying. The silicone head, the reason I bought it two years ago, ran off from the cheap plastic handle from that Amazon set.

I picked them up and looked. This was no trial separation. They were toast.

The bread dough will be, too, but not till tomorrow when it’s good and ready.

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Yikes! I’m glad the spatula separated and not your hair from your head. Years ago I was fixing a large copier. Cheated the safety switch to test it, bending too close to a fan. My hairdresser asked later, what yanked that dime-sized spot bare?

Comment by DebbieR 09.22.20 @ 6:22 am

Oh my!!! You know that when you are to use your head to accomplish something, it’s just an expression, right?

The adventures you have… 🙂

Comment by Suzanne in Montreal 09.22.20 @ 9:27 am

So, you’re about as coordinated as I am, eh? Yeah, I’d love to see how that happened, exactly.

Comment by ccr in MA 09.22.20 @ 10:09 am

Well pardner. You want to be careful with them lassoes.
Glad it was only the spatula that got separated!
Chris S

Comment by Chris S in Canada 09.22.20 @ 4:16 pm

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