mossystate
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I was thinking about this as I made a big green salad last night.
After my Mom died a few months back, I was able to take some of her everyday pots, pans and serving dishes. These were nothing 'fancy', but I love having them around and last night I brought out a metal mixing bowl for my salad.
The thing has a few dents in it, and I usually prefer making salads in glass bowls, but I grabbed the first thing ( when Monique is craving salad, best that all planets align..and quickly ).
I was hit, very hard, with images of cake batter and salads of days gone by. My Dad usually chose a metal bowl to make salad, and I could hear the scrape of the large spoon as he would toss. I like to think that the farmer in him preferred the bare bones approach to kitchen 'stuff'.
How many batches of Christmas cookies had their start in one of my 'new' bowls..how many sticks of butter were quickly muffled by cups of flour and sugar. I can see my Mom, beater in hand, making a favorite, just because one of us ten asked for it ( ok, she was not as willing in later years..she got smart *wink*..but she would still do it quite often..but we could never convince her to whip up a batch of raised donuts..gee, couldn't she spend hours doing that for us?..heh ).
I imagine her as I am sure she imagined her own Mom, beating egg whites by hand to make the perfect angel food cake ( and Grandma Page was known around the county for her angel food cakes..as I have been told )..in one of my now prized possesions.
I 'won' my Mom and Dad's very old, cast iron dutch oven and made, for the first time, a pot roast...my kitchen smelled like my childhood.
Anyway, I am finding that things are just starting to 'hit me' now and I thought I would ask all of you if you have something that you use when cooking..or just eating..that has strong sentiments attached...
After my Mom died a few months back, I was able to take some of her everyday pots, pans and serving dishes. These were nothing 'fancy', but I love having them around and last night I brought out a metal mixing bowl for my salad.
The thing has a few dents in it, and I usually prefer making salads in glass bowls, but I grabbed the first thing ( when Monique is craving salad, best that all planets align..and quickly ).
I was hit, very hard, with images of cake batter and salads of days gone by. My Dad usually chose a metal bowl to make salad, and I could hear the scrape of the large spoon as he would toss. I like to think that the farmer in him preferred the bare bones approach to kitchen 'stuff'.
How many batches of Christmas cookies had their start in one of my 'new' bowls..how many sticks of butter were quickly muffled by cups of flour and sugar. I can see my Mom, beater in hand, making a favorite, just because one of us ten asked for it ( ok, she was not as willing in later years..she got smart *wink*..but she would still do it quite often..but we could never convince her to whip up a batch of raised donuts..gee, couldn't she spend hours doing that for us?..heh ).
I imagine her as I am sure she imagined her own Mom, beating egg whites by hand to make the perfect angel food cake ( and Grandma Page was known around the county for her angel food cakes..as I have been told )..in one of my now prized possesions.
I 'won' my Mom and Dad's very old, cast iron dutch oven and made, for the first time, a pot roast...my kitchen smelled like my childhood.
Anyway, I am finding that things are just starting to 'hit me' now and I thought I would ask all of you if you have something that you use when cooking..or just eating..that has strong sentiments attached...
