EGGS TO BREASTS

Vicki Hodgetts

We had a consciousness-raising session on kitchens.  Some people saw kitchens as fulsome, warm, nurturing.  Others saw kitchens as dangerous with hot stoves and sharp knives (“Viciousness in the kitchen—the potatoes hiss”).  I had a fleeting image of fried eggs stenciled over everything—walls, ceiling, floor—and some people saw breasts.  Breasts were nurturing—kitchens were the extension of mothers’ milk.  I felt a little railroaded.  I still wanted eggs.  And then Robin said, “Why not have a transformation from eggs to breasts,” and we were all delighted.  And that’s very important, because although I was the one who finally carried through that aspect of the kitchen (in the main) the idea was really a collective one.  It simply would never have existed if women had not tried to work together.

– Vicki Hodgett

THE KITCHEN

Robin Weltsch

The soft skin of a kitchen pink
Is openers, strainers, blenders
Is cups, pots and hot ovens
Is boxes, cans and glass packages
Is faucets and nippled knobs
A toaster, juicer and waffler
All pink skinned
How would you like your eggs done
this morning?

– Robin Weltsch