History of the Apron Jul 1
One day, when I got to work as late as I usually do, there was rehearsal happening in the main room so I took the side route to enter through the kitchen at the back. I sat outside for a few moments before I went in. Through the open back door, I saw someone— I can’t remember who— cooking something. She had an apron on and she was cooking something. It was either that, or: through the open door, I saw hanging on the closed one ahead of it, among the bag full of other bags, an apron hanging. I stared at the apron, wherever it was, and drifted off into thought of its balacining act between function and performance. Why oh why do we humble homecooks wear these plain or kitschy aprons while we concoct our sustanence and nourishment?