Anyway, on to today’s question which is this:
Well, there’s always the salt over the shoulder thing, which I dunno if that’s relegated to just the kitchen. But there is salt in the kitchen, so I guess that must count. If you aren’t familiar with that one, it’s basically that if one spills salt, then you should toss a bit of it over your… left? shoulder. I never remember which shoulder to toss it over so I just toss a bit over each shoulder. I believe that the idea was that if you spill something as precious as salt, then the devil is looking over your shoulder, so you need to toss some salt in his eye. Precious as salt? you say. Well, yes. Salt wasn’t nearly as ubiquitous as it is today. It used to be very difficult to come by and was considered dear and expensive. So yeah, spilling salt was something to be dismayed about. Nowadays, we just toss that stuff everywhere, but some people still keep that superstition because it’s just always been done.
Hmmmm. Let me think. I used to believe that shoes on the counter were not only unsanitary but a bad omen. But it turns out that stemmed from shoes on the table. And I’m not sure where that came from. I think my mom had that superstition, and I don’t know where she picked it up. I’ll have to google it. So, according to this site: Traditionally, this legend may be tied to the mining industry; when miners passed away, their relatives would bring their shoes into the home and place them onto the table. Which would stand to reason that no one wanted to see shoes on the table. Somehow, for me, that morphed into shoes on the counter. Probably because I rarely have a dining room table. Because I hardly ever use a dining room for its purpose and thus do not need the table. So, my counter became my table and all superstitions followed. I still get squicky whenever someone puts shoes — new or otherwise — on the counter, but I don’t immediately think someone is going to die because of it.
This one isn’t mine, but my ex-husband’s. If I ever dropped a fork, whether it was in the kitchen or elsewhere (say if we were eating), he would say, “Company’s coming! And they’re coming hungry!” I never really kept track if that was true or not, but whatever. I just thought it was amusing that he believed it. Or maybe his parents programmed him to say it. Fork drops and he automatically said, “Company’s coming! And they’re coming hungry!” Even my kids started to say it. I don’t know if they actually believed it or not, but whatever. Family tradition I suppose. I don’t say it or believe it. I’m just like, “Great, now I have to clean this fork.” Ha!
I used to have a modern day “witch bottle” when I was pagan — basically a bottle of rusty nails and salt with an incantation said over it to keep bad luck away. I also had a kitchen witch for the same purpose. I wouldn’t mind having a kitchen witch again. They’re meant to bring good luck. Do they work? Maybe. I dunno. But it doesn’t really hurt to have one. You know? Sadly, kitchen witches aren’t as popular as they once were. I bought my last one in Salem MA, when I went there with a friend back in the day. It has since been lost to time. I might make one when I’m feeling froggy. Anyway, those are all the kitchen superstitions I can think of. More than I thought I had, which was zero. Ha! Though I guess I stretched it a bit. But what can I do? I can’t write about nuthin’. ^_^ Have fun, y’all!