Ode to an Ove’ Glove

Ode to an Ove’ Glove

Ode to an Ove’ Glove

 

Here’s a little thing I love.

Have you seen these bad boys before?  They’re called Ove’ Gloves (“Ove'” mispronounced so it rhymes with glove . . . Grrr), and they have become indispensable to me.  Frankly, I’m pretty sure I’d rather give up my left arm than my right Ove’ Glove. 

I saw my friend, Bonnie, wearing them as she was cooking one day years ago, and felt compelled to pick up a pair of my own in the Walgreen’s “As Seen on TV” section, no doubt wedged between the Ronco Chop-O-Matic and the Ped Egg Ultimate Foot File.  

Best kitchen purchase I’ve ever made.

I watch the beaming chefs on TV heft 20-lb. roasts out of  blazing ovens with nothing more than a flimsy dish towel, and I cringe from the safety of my couch – my fingers curled in the fetal position.  Dudes must have Teflon fingertips.  Not I.  I rely on these gloves to protect me from the heat every single day.

They’re not only protective, but they’re flexible, washable, and allow full finger functionality as well.  And, after all, who doesn’t crave “full finger functionality”?  (What?!)  I can even sign a Mom-it’s-due-today! permission slip wearing them – proven fact.  Also? Those blue lines are some sort of magic grip rubber coating that have kept me from dropping entire pans of bubbling lasagna and trays full of individual chocolate lava cakes, for which my husband will eternally be grateful.

As is evident in the photo, my Ove’ Gloves have seen a lot of use, and will hopefully live to see a lot more.  And when they bite the dust one day, which, sadly, they must, I’ll march right back into the store, past the Ahh Bras, the Sobakawa Buckwheat Pillows, and the Orgreenic Non-Stick Fry Pans, and happily reach for another pair.

P.S. If I were Oprah, everyone reading this post would walk away with a free pair.

P.P.S. I’m not Oprah. 

Written by Becky


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2 Comments
  • Lisa says:

    I, too, am a proud Ove Glove owner and user! My hands owe their lives to these simple, yet brilliant kitchen accessories. My neighbors must think I’m a trained chef the way I skillfully handle shish kabobs on the grill. Little do they know that those amazing gloves allow me to pick up those skewers and twirl them like batons without flinching from the heat. They are so comfortable, too! It’s not unusual for me to leave them on my hands for hours after a meal has been cooked and consumed. If only they offered them in more fashionable colors or prints. Love your post about these great gloves, and happy to discover that I’m not the only one who is so fond of them:)

    • Becky says:

      Haha! I’m so glad to find I’m not alone in my adoration as well. Hey, are you thinking what I’m thinking? There’s quite a pleasant ring to “‘Ove’ Glove Club”, isn’t there? Next time you’re grilling the bobs give me a call so I can come applaud your technique.


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Hi! My name is Becky. I’m a mom, a wife, a friend, a writer, and a compulsive thinker. Don't invite me to a spa or to shop the day away, but rather, make me laugh, engage me in interesting conversation, play a game with me, or give me a cappuccino and homemade vanilla bean flan and I’m yours ‘til the cows come home.

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