THE CRANKY OLD MAN
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Wednesday, November 20, 2013
THE THROW-UP BOWL - a cranky re-run
THE THROW-UP BOWL
You never know what post people will find interesting. This post from November 2012 garnered lots of comments and apparently many not so fond yet humorous memories. Strange how vomit can be funny when remembered many years later.
Do all families have a “throw-up bowl,” or is it just mine? When I was a kid ours was a large yellow bowl.I never thought about it growing up, but how did this bowl become the throw-up bowl?
I’m pretty sure my parents did not get it as a wedding present.
“What is this?Oh wait, I know, it’s a throw-up bowl.”
No, no one registers for a throw-up bowl at Fortunoffs.Bowls are not marketed and sold as “throw-up bowls.”
The throw-up bowl could have been used as a mixing bowl, but no, it had one use and one use only.It was located in the front of a cabinet where the shortest family member could reach it when needed.With three growing boys it was used in my family a lot.
“Mom, I don’t feel so good.”
“Does your tummy hurt?”
“JIM, CHRIS, get the throw-up bowl…QUICK!”
No one ever asked, “Which bowl mom?” or “Where is it?” Everyone knew what it was and where to find the throw-up bowl. Twice a year we had throw-up bowl drills.
Years later, married and with my first child I realized how the throw-up bowl was chosen.My daughter was two and feeling sick.
“Is it your tummy honey?”
“Hold on, I’ll be right back.” I raced downstairs to the kitchen, grabbed the first bowl I could find, a big yellow mixing bowl, and raced upstairs.
The wife wanted to know, “Where are you going with that bowl.”
“Just a minute, Mary Beth is sick.”
“Wait, that’s my best mixing bowl!”
“ARRRGAH, ARRgah, Arg.”
“Not my mixing bowl, that’s my best bowl!”
“AARRGAH, AARRG, Arg, arg, ar.”
“Well...it’s the throw-up bowl now.”
We bought a new mixing bowl, but it never got as much use as that big yellow throw-up bowl.
After my first divorce I somehow got custody of the big yellow bowl.My children were basically grown and out of the throw-up stage, but I still kept that bowl where it was easily reached.
Mrs. Wife #2 made terrific Irish soda bread.On our first St. Paddy’s Day she made a batch.I cut a slice, slathered it with butter, and was about to take a bite when I noticed the yellow bowl in the sink.
“I can’t eat this.”
“Why not, it’s good.”
“You made it in the throw-up bowl!”
We discarded that batch of soda bread.
We put the yellow bowl away, never to be used again…until we had Spencer.
Does every family with children have a throw-up bowl? Are they always yellow?