Kitchen Sink

My friend Wanjay asked “tell me whats in your sink? How do you see it? What does it look like…and what does it symbolize to you??????”


A picture speaks a thousand words.  I was going to spiff this up first, but then I thought it would be more interesting with the dirty stuff.  Good excuse to put off washing these things.

Just buying this sink is a whole story in itself. We went to stores an hour’s drive in all directions. Nobody had any double sinks with double drain boards.  One lady even insinuated that we were marginal for wanting such a thing, saying “nobody” wants that kind of sink, too big.  Well, we cook and we’re not keen on doing dishes every minute and this is not one of those city apartments where they try to fit a kitchen in a closet space. Our kitchen is our main room. I wanted space to stack up dirty, space to stack up clean, space to wash and space to rinse. Finally we learned that one could be ordered from our nearest building supply store.  But it will take three weeks, he warned.  How could someone not want to wait three weeks for something they might have for the rest of their life and use several times a day?

Now what’s in this sink will tell you a lot about us. Today you can see measuring cups and cookie sheets.  I made some chocolate chip cookies to take to art class because it was the last class for this season.  Another person had brought some cider and another person some cakes and cookies.  No planning beforehand, just spontaneous sharing.  So at the end of our class and when the people from the next class had arrived, we had an enjoyable moment.

You can also see a milk can because we get fresh whole milk from a farm.

You can see grain being sprouted for our chickens.  Our chickens eat better than some people.

You can see a teapot my sons gave me for a Mother’s Day gift.  The lid has been re-glued because I knocked it off into the never-neverland to the left of the sink.  I think the design on it looks like it’s smiling at me, very cheerful at breakfast.  There is also husband’s coffee pot which he uses to make an infusion of chicory for his breakfast.

Pot lids I don’t put in the dishwasher, as the wooden spoons and knives.

A vegetable brush, a cross between a sponge and a rag for wiping the table and countertops, and a nifty thing for washing dishes that I can’t find in the stores anymore.  It is a soft-scrubber on one side and a scourer on the other.

Some dishwashing liquid and a small container for what goes out to the compost pile.

Something you might not have noticed is the little bent piece of wire that holds the stoppers.  These were a pain for several years until husband came up with this simple solution.

I’m kinda’ proud of the fake green tiles because I put that up myself, buying it and the special glue and the special spatula.  This is just “temporary” to protect the wall until we get our real kitchen.  So far this temporary has lasted about 18 years…

So that’s my sink and I’m standing by it.

About djdfr

Daily life experiences by a Franco-American woman living in the Breton countryside form the basics of this blog. Gardening, watercolour, choral music, food, are some of my interests. I seek to balance the physical, mental and spiritual. I am a free believer praying from the Bible, the Qur’an and The Revelation of Arès. In 1974, with Jesus as the messenger, and in 1977, manifesting as a stick of light, Our Creator spoke directly to a man in Arès, France, named Michel Potay. The message is in the book “The Revelation of Arès”. It is a call for us to change, to practice love, peacemaking, forgiveness, to free ourselves from all prejudice, to develop our spiritual intelligence, the intelligence of the heart.

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