Lemon Zesters Are A Girl's Best Friends

“WE” are a strange type of women. “WE” as in those who recognize themselves in the description that follows (please raise your hand as you read on, if the case).

We are the kind that can pass in front of a boutique store window and turn their head the other way but cannot resist the impulse of thoroughly checking every detail of the last Calph**** or Cuisin*** or Ales** kitchen tool . Average time for the operation: it depends on the size, but never less than 30 minutes since we do things properly and take our mission seriously.

We are those who can spend a fortune in useless kitchen toys (“it’s NOT useless and it’s NOT a toy: I used it ONCE in the summer of 1997!”) and do not remember last time they bought a pair of shoes.

Our husbands don’t fear walking with us into a jewelry store, but panic when we’re taking a stroll together in a mall and they see the sign that shows the direction to the home department. They can’t help it but reach for the pocket in their jeans and check if wallet and credit cards are still there.

Santa Claus does not even open our letters anymore: he goes “yeah, yeah, yeah, I know: it’s gotta be another hard-anodized pan, an electric wine opener, a digital scale or…what was it the other year? Oh, yeah, the professional crème brulee torch…” (and this must be ringing a bell to someone I know...)

Gotta love us, the way we love the ones we’re cooking for. Let us be a little strange sometimes: see the sparkle in our eyes when we open a well wrapped lemon zester for our birthday and just know that we’re already visualizing the next shrimp pasta we’ll make for you with that special touch that had been missing till now. It’s all love, just love, as usual…