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Unknown bones in my cutlery drawer – Bee Wilson at Swindon Festival of Literature

8 May

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I rarely consider utensils, they are just there, unless they’re not and then I consider them, I consider them lost or in the washing up.

I don’t consider why they are the way they are or why the Chinese think we’re weird and that the average French kitchen has an array of knives which could easily supply several circus knife throwing professionals. Continue reading