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A vivid memory, from when I was (approximately) fifteen...
Mez: "Hey Mum, what do you want for your birthday?"
Mum: "Hmm... a new kettle."
Mez: *rolls eyes* "No, Mum, what do you really want?"
Fast-forward fourteen years, and suddenly the highlight of my week is finding new oven trays. (They're all big and practical! So awesome!)
I really love having helpful kitchen stuff. Like stirring spoons! And ramekins! And oven trays! And a whistling kettle! And a rolling pin! And vegetable peelers! And oven trays!
They're all so brilliant and kitcheny. And can be used to cook exciting things.
And it's funny, because I still remember my mum asking for a kettle for her birthday, and me assuming she was being boringly practical rather than requesting something she really wanted...
Mez: "Hey Mum, what do you want for your birthday?"
Mum: "Hmm... a new kettle."
Mez: *rolls eyes* "No, Mum, what do you really want?"
Fast-forward fourteen years, and suddenly the highlight of my week is finding new oven trays. (They're all big and practical! So awesome!)
I really love having helpful kitchen stuff. Like stirring spoons! And ramekins! And oven trays! And a whistling kettle! And a rolling pin! And vegetable peelers! And oven trays!
They're all so brilliant and kitcheny. And can be used to cook exciting things.
And it's funny, because I still remember my mum asking for a kettle for her birthday, and me assuming she was being boringly practical rather than requesting something she really wanted...