I like the wide variety of potato mashers around. I like the different patterns in the wire and shapes of handles. I have some favorites though. The ones that came from the kitchens of people special to me. They stand together displayed in a special spot in my kitchen. My mom's with all the paint worn off and her name written on it herself. Her mother's that I watched as she made creamy mashed potatoes. The one with a warped handle that I took from my uncle Lynn's few days after he passed away. My Aunt June's, she brought it to me one Christmas because she knew I was collecting them. Several elaborately twisted wire ones and an all metal one that hubs found at antique stores and bought for me. I love them all. When I hold the tools of the people I knew and even the people I didn't know in my hand, I feel a strange closeness to them. Their aura lingers and I marvel at the meals they must have prepared with these tools.
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Mashers
I was slow to be inspired for today's Fat Mum Slim's photo a day challenge. The challenge was kitchen. My kitchen itself is nothing special being a tract home where almost every other house is the same. I thought about it all day, when suddenly my favorite collections caught my eye. The potato mashers. For such a simple tool they are lovely works of art used in almost every kitchen.
I like the wide variety of potato mashers around. I like the different patterns in the wire and shapes of handles. I have some favorites though. The ones that came from the kitchens of people special to me. They stand together displayed in a special spot in my kitchen. My mom's with all the paint worn off and her name written on it herself. Her mother's that I watched as she made creamy mashed potatoes. The one with a warped handle that I took from my uncle Lynn's few days after he passed away. My Aunt June's, she brought it to me one Christmas because she knew I was collecting them. Several elaborately twisted wire ones and an all metal one that hubs found at antique stores and bought for me. I love them all. When I hold the tools of the people I knew and even the people I didn't know in my hand, I feel a strange closeness to them. Their aura lingers and I marvel at the meals they must have prepared with these tools.
I like the wide variety of potato mashers around. I like the different patterns in the wire and shapes of handles. I have some favorites though. The ones that came from the kitchens of people special to me. They stand together displayed in a special spot in my kitchen. My mom's with all the paint worn off and her name written on it herself. Her mother's that I watched as she made creamy mashed potatoes. The one with a warped handle that I took from my uncle Lynn's few days after he passed away. My Aunt June's, she brought it to me one Christmas because she knew I was collecting them. Several elaborately twisted wire ones and an all metal one that hubs found at antique stores and bought for me. I love them all. When I hold the tools of the people I knew and even the people I didn't know in my hand, I feel a strange closeness to them. Their aura lingers and I marvel at the meals they must have prepared with these tools.
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