Read me…

…everyday in November because I’ve commited to blog every day this month. So you have to read me. Yes, you have to, you don’t have a choice. I am demanding that you read me every day in November because by jiminy I’ll be posting every day in November and even though art without an audience might indeed still be art…blog posts without an audience are a blow to my blog ego. Now, you don’t want that on your head, do you? I thought not.

Don’t worry, I will keep them, for the most part, short and sweet…perhaps they will even be interesting. Just punch your ticket, read your blogsworth and go about your day. I’ll be content with that.

Ask Mrs Metaphor

Since I’m coming up on this NaBloMo assignment of writing a blog entry a day for the entire month of November I thought I’d begin to stock the pond, so to speak. I am proposing a new feature here at called “Ask Mrs Metaphor” wherein, basically, you ask me, Mrs Metaphor, about whatever is on your mind. I shall endeavor, in my very best metaphorical style to answer said question.

So there you have it. You can email your question to me or merely place it in the comments of this thread. I will keep your identity as hidden as you require and I will try to answer in a timely fashion but give me a day or two at least to summon the Muse and compose your response, alrighty then?

Cookware as metaphor…

When I got home from my trip this weekend I found that one of my skillets had been somewhat ill-used; the food melded on the bottom of the pan so that it could not be removed seemingly. I do not begrudge the cook this, aluminum pans (as opposed to non stick) can be tricky to use, no worries chef.

I started on the scrubbing yesterday but the task was herculean so I stood it off to soak and to try again later.

As I worked on the pan I went through a series of interesting thoughts about cookware as metaphor regarding relationships in particular. This is probably brought on by a friend’s marital troubles that emerged on my radar this week but overall burnt-food cookware issues really could speak to just about any difficult issue one might be facing so I thought I’d outline what the “process” looked like in my kitchen.

(For the record this metaphor is in no way meant to reflect a judgement on my part about my friend’s way of working through troubled times, it just provided a moment of reflection on my part.)

The Assessment
I’m not sure it was entirely important knowing the offending food but at the very least it did give me a bit of insight into how to approach this. I was told it was “probably macaroni” which is odd considering the pan in question is a skillet but to each his own, yes?

In approaching the problem at hand I think that if it had been ONLY macaroni we might not have a problem at all but it must have been macaroni AND cheese and therein lies the problem.

It might have felt good to see the pan, play the blame card and toss the pan in the garbage to make a point. I certainly think I have done this in the past out of martyrdom, anger or plain laziness but today, it felt like the pan was worth saving. I thought about where I had gotten this pan, how my chef brother had encouraged me to keep trying it and had given me tips on how to use it properly. I decided it was indeed worthwhile so that is where I began.

The Dry Scrape
I was told once that “wet” burned on food is harder to remove than “dry” burnt on food. I don’t know about that but it’s always worth a shot. I got the proper tool for the job, basically this little piece of plastic called a “scraper” (oddly courtesy of Pampered Chef. I think it was the best $1 purchase I ever made through PC. I set out scraping the food with little to no visible difference. The one thing it produced was a horrible sound and nobody likes that but we had to start somewhere. It may have perhaps at least scratched the surface of the problem so to speak.

The Soak
Sometimes in the course of difficult times it becomes important to let things soak. Tossing aside The Dry Scrape I resort to the Soak. I imagine the water like time edging itself under the problem and softening the hard crust that has developed on top. The amount of time varies according to what was burnt, how long it was left on the heat and the kind of pan used. In this case I started with an overnight soak.

The Wet Scrape
The morning brings with her a renewed commitment to the pan and a vigor to solving the problem at hand. I start again with the trusty scraper. We take off more layers of what brought us to the edge of throwing it all away. I start to see the bottom of the pan but it still seems a long way til things are back to where they ought to be. The pan is unusable, I think again about whether it is worth the trouble but I continue on.

The Scrubbing
When approaching a problem such as this it’s important to have a variety of tools at hand. When the scraper can go no further we move to the big guns…the scrubbing pad. The very good thing about having chosen an aluminum pan is that this is a tool I can actually USE to clean this pan. Sissy non-stick pans are so delicate that one can never use such a brash brush. One could argue that if the dreaded “non stick” had been used in the first place then we wouldn’t be in this sorry mess but frankly then I’d not have considered this metaphor at all…so there.

I scrub until my hands hurt and there is still more to go before I sleep so I pull the troops out and move to phase II.

The Soak Redeux
Often at this point all we can throw at a tough issue is to soak it again. Water has amazing properties in all aspects of our lives so why not for our cookware as well? I run the soapy hot water in the pan, a culinary spa treatment and go bed, hoping for the best that time and h20 can offer.

The Wet Scrape Redeux
In the morning when things are calm I take a moment to empty the water. I don’t expect it to be clean, just a little softer and some of it is softer and some, not so much. I bring the scraper to the ready and take away another couple of layers, this is the last of it…this is the CHEESE, I tell you. Cheese must morph into some strange form of tar when heated in aluminum pans at great heat and not enough stirring. I scrape for all I’m worth and see the bottom of the pan. As I scrape I see more and more black removed. I have to keep cleaning the scraper because it’s covered with the tar pit cheese. The hardest part is around the rivets which bear the handle. I pick at those delicately, taking time with them. It’s not that hard to take THIS off now, it’s just been ignored until now. The last of the food comes off in the rinse. One last scrub with the scrubber and the shine is revealed…not new, not different, but brought back to life.

The Conclusion
This metaphor breaks down on so many levels, obviously, but there is something here for us. One thing is that there is no such thing as a teflon coated marriage. Those of us who move into marriage with eyes open and hearts ready are aluminum and prone to burn when heat is too high or the cooking is not attended with great care.

Another piece is that sometimes, I admit, the damage to the pan is beyond repair, no amount of scrubbing or soaking will bring it back to it’s former self. Sometimes, sadly, we do have to throw away the pan. I hope, at the very least though, that there has been some degree of soaking, scraping, scrubbing and so on…if not to save the pan, at least to say we tried.

Ron Paul Cured My Apathy

Someone sent me a link to this video not long ago. Now, here on Mrs Metaphor I have made it known that I am a pacifist, hippie, tree hugging Jesus freak. Generally speaking, I have voted Democratic or Independant since aquiring my voter’s registration 19 years ago. Democrats have, for the most part, fit me better than Republicans…that and their theme music was always better.

I watched the video with a fairly large degree of scepticism, frankly, because I have never voted Republican…but I have always shunned labels of any sort and I have often said that if a candidate fit me or what I felt would be best for the country that I WOULD vote a different party. Personally I think the entire “party” system is bunk for the most part so it’s not that big of a stretch. To date, however, I have not seen a candidate I cared for all that much…I like that Barack Obama and I wouldn’t mind seeing a woman in the White House but I have not felt inclined to do much of anything except whine about how much I DISLIKE the current office holder which is perhaps not terribly effective in resolving much of anything.

As I watched this video, though, this comment…placed on a sign by a Ron Paul supporter actually brought me to tears. Those of you who know me personally would say this is not such a grand feat…I’m a bawler not a brawler. In this case it felt like a grand feat however. The sign read, “Ron Paul cured my apathy.”

I don’t stand on a soapbox often about political things on this blog and I do not intend to erect one in dead center just because the election is gearing up but today, it felt important to do so and here you have it:

Listen to the force, Luke….

Oh you KNOW I had to be Obi Wan Kenobi…and how lucky am I that the picture ends up being the YOUNG Obi Wan? cool

Star Wars Horoscope for Libra

You are on a lifelong pursuit of justice and determined to succeed.
You convey the art of persuasion through force.
You always display your supreme intelligence.
You have a great talent in obtaining balance between yourself and your surroundings.

Star wars character you are most like: Obi Wan Kenobie

Come and get your love…

This song has been on my mind for about a month…so I looked it up and grooved out all day.

The Band is Redbone, the song came out in 1974. I’m not sure I remembered that Redbone was made up entirely of Native American band members, but knowing that makes me love the song even more.

The lyrics, so that you can rock out loudly…

Come And Get Your Love
( Redbone )

Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your head? yeah…
Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your mind and your sign?
And-a ooh-ohh
Hey (hey) Nothin’s a matter with your head, baby, find it
Come on and find it
Hell, with it, baby, ’cause you’re fine and you’re mine
And you look so divine

Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love

Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your feel right?
Don’t you feel right, baby?
Hey, oh, yeah, get it from the main line, alright
I said-a find it, find it, darling, love it
If you like it, yeah-eh
Hey (hey) It’s your business if you want some
Take some, get it together, baby

Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love

Come and get your love, come and get your love
Come and get your love, now
Come and get your love, come and get your love
Come and get your love, now
Come and get your love, come and get your love
Come and get your love, now
Come and get your love, come and get your love
Come and get your love, now

Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love
Come and get your love

Hey (hey) What’s the matter with your feel right?
Don’t you feel right, baby?
Hey, oh, yeah, get it from the main vine, alright

La,la,la,la,la,la, (come and get your love)
La,la,la,la,la,la, (come and get your love)
La,la,la,la,la,la, (come and get your love)
La,la,la,la,la,la, (come and get your love)
La,,la,la,la,la,la,la (come and get your love)
La,,la,la,la,la,la,la (come and get your love)
La,,la,la,la, (come and get your love)
La,,la,la,la,la,la,la (come and get your love)

National Blog Posting Month


National Blog Posting Month

Why do I do things like this? Why on earth would I accept a challenge to post one blog entry a day for the entire month of November?

I wonder if it is because I really WOULD like to see the internet explode. Curious (spoken in my best “Spock” voice.”)

I’m still working out the whole NaBloPoMo page thing to have the posts RSS feed there but you’ll see my marathon posts here on mrsmetaphor. No sense reinventing the wheel, yes?

Mrs Haiku

I’ve always loved the form of the Haiku…so simple and yet chock full of possibilities. Less is more, yes?

My friend Julie provides the following information about he art form of Haiku; in addition to the well known syllabic rhythm of

The Haiku traditionally would also refer in some way to the weather or the seasons. How cool is that?

So, in light of today being slighlty chillier than yesterday (always a good sign in the “south” as it were) then I shall give you another assignment while I write my next scintillating post. (Is she stalling you ask? Um, yes, what of it?)

Your assignment is to ….WRITE YOUR OWN HAIKU…

I’ll model this for you:

with fall comes relief
sweltering evenings will pass
southern summers suck

I added a little alliteration there at the end just to jazz it up but you get the point….now, off with you. Give me your best work, this counts toward your midterm grade report.