I am not a large human and have found that kitchen gifts once given to my kids are quite useful. Here’s an inventory of my mini-utensil stash, which lives on my counter year round.
Artichoke pitcher: Made by me, in pottery class, while studying landscape architecture a few centuries ago.
Hedgehog: Hangs on for dear life, and appreciates being part of the kitchen gang.
Mini-whisks, mini-ladels: Three of them. Two of them.
Mini metal spatula (hiding behind one of the wooden spoons): Used to be for play, now for cookies and fish sticks, and most everything that comes out of our counter-top oven.
Mini-wooden spoons: These are used often, often, often. Especially for mixing fresh flour into my sourdough starter.
And did I mention the hedgehog?! I do like these little creatures and I just had to write them into The Hidden Garden, where they get to play inside the gate of the Old Man’s heart…
There’s nothing childish about being small. If you haven’t yet raided your little one’s toy kitchen, you can always write to Saint Nicholas come Christmas. 🙂
The Woman and the Wheat 