When was the last time you looked at the hands of your chef?
My chef/husband is at work as I’m writing this, but I can picture his hands in my head . . .
- The few scars on them from working in the kitchen for so many years. (One large one that I remember vividly from a catering event he did for my work 15 years ago.)
- His left hand without a wedding ring when he’s working, as he gets a big callous when he uses a knife a lot while he’s wearing it. (This doesn’t bother me, in case you were wondering.)
- The shiny appearance from being near the oven or stove on the line for an extended period of time.
- Bandaged up with a bandaid or krazy glue, whatever worked better at the time.
- Gentle enough to not crush delicate herbs.
- Steady enough to plate small items intricately.
- Holding a chef knife and cutting an onion so fast that my eyes don’t even have a chance to tear up.
- Stained from working with beets when he was rushing and didn’t put gloves on.
- Occasionally having a strange smell on them after work.
- Seasoned to pick up a hot pan without a hot pad or towel.
His hands are a tool for his job as a chef.
Then I think about his hands as a father and husband . . .
- Hands that gently caress my cheek.
- A strong but gentle hand that reaches out to console one of our children
- Hands that play the piano as we sing and dance around the play room.
- The hand that first grabbed mine when I was 15 years old.
- The hand that I placed a wedding ring on 19 1/2 years ago when I said , “I do.”
- Hands that work hard, in an extreme environment, to provide for our family.
I guess you can say I am in love with and thankful for the hands of my chef/husband!
Below are the hands of our chefs: our spouses and significant others.
What do the hands of a chef mean to you?
(Thank you to everyone on Facebook who sent in pictures of your hands or the hands of your chef!)
From one chef’s wife to another,