It’s very easy to put a pot of soup on, and especially welcome when the weather is gloomy. Healthy vegetables can be “sneaked” in, with the help of a food processor. And it doesn’t have to take all day to make, either. It smells delicious, along with the bread, and says “WELCOME” to those entering your home.
Microwave Bowl Potholder:
You will need a cotton batting… I used Warm and Natural, readily available online or at a fabric store. It is not quite 100% cotton, but it worked fine for me. It is on sale for 40% off right now at JoAnn’s Fabric, but if you are on JoAnn’s mailing list, they often have 50% off coupons for one cut of fabric or one item. A twin sized batt will make a lot of bowls.
Be sure your fabric is also 100% cotton. Man-made fabrics of unknown content could catch on fire in the microwave. Cotton thread is best, but I have used polyester thread and it worked fine and didn’t ignite when heating it in the microwave. NOTE: I do stay nearby and watch to make sure the fabric doesn’t get too hot and start smoking!
This leaves a space to turn the bowl right side out. I thought this was the hardest part of making the bowl potholder… turning it right side out! Use something fairly pointed to push out each of the 4 corners well.
Turn your bowl right side out where you left your opening, and stitch all around the outer edge of your “bowl”, making sure to fold in the open edges and enclose them in your seam.
Push the darts into place, and you will see you have a bowl-shaped potholder. Put your bowl of soup or plate of food in the bowl potholder, then into the microwave and heat. Take it out, leaving it in the potholder. It will keep your soup hot while you eat.
The photo above shows a completed 10” bowl potholder, as well as the 12”, to the left. These could be made in any size you wish, just by making sure the both the inner and outer fabrics are the same size and the batting is ½” smaller.
I’ve made some in a bird fabric. The birds will go to my mother who used to love bird-watching when they lived on Pelican Lake in the very northern part of Minnesota. Our children learned to recognize various birds when they stayed with my parents at the lake. I think her love of birds goes back as far as I can remember. I grew up on a farm in northern Wisconsin, and remember holding my hand out, filled with birdseed, and the chickadees would perch on my hand to eat it. Here in Cincinnati, I occasionally see a cardinal or blue jay in the trees that border my yard. Their color stands out easily against the greenery. Where ever you are, I hope the sun is shining and the birdsong is filling your heart with joy.