Dear Sentinels of the Drawer,

You have toiled your way through decades of wars, victories and celebrations. Against scorching temperatures, other times against being battered, chipped, dented, forgotten in the soak or even being put through the dull routine of fire and water and therefore being taken for granted. After all, what could possibly be a greater war than the war we fight each day to survive and put through it all.

You are not forgotten! You have not been taken for granted! In fact, without you, we would not have been able to create the memories we have created over the years. We would not have stories to share. We would not have gastronomical escapades and adventures which we attempted over the years.

Sure, we have lost a few of our soldiers in this time – the blue rimmed porcelain bowl who mum got along with dearly, the tray whose heart to fight simply gave out, the numerous cups I had an affair with who were my favourites while they were around but with whom mum simply had to break the affair with – but none are forgotten.

I write this letter to all you sentinels of the drawer. It does not matter if you were on the frontlines while some of the greatest meals were being cooked. It does not matter if you were representing our home in front of guests by putting on the best show of grace. All you sentinels stood by us and gave us so much! This love letter is for all the love we have shared through meals and togetherness. To love, life and happy tummies!

With Love,

Nikita