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Mixing Bowls

I have a set of mixing bowls handed down from my Grandmother. There are four bowls in the set that nest within each other. The bowls she gave into my care, have a long history to tell. I will try to share some of it with you I hope I tell it well. The smallest bowl held fruits and nuts and a varied array of spices. Used and added to the mixes of cookies and candies to delight us. The next bowl size was used at breakfast for scrambling the eggs. Or for placing leftovers in to use another day. The third bowl she always used for mixing up cake batters. Birthdays, Easter or just because. If she could bake, the occasion didn’t matter. The biggest bowl was very large And used mainly for dough to rise. Nothing made the home smell better, than fresh bread baking before our eyes. Thus ends the tale of the mixing bowls or maybe not all together. For I plan to hand them down someday to one of my granddaughters.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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Date: 2/11/2010 6:26:00 PM
I love this tale. I have my grandmother's piano. My mother used her bowls in much the same ways. Thanks for your comments on my poem. I always had to carry the quarter too.
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Date: 2/5/2010 4:47:00 PM
Reads like a children's book here, Paula!! Great writing and the Form is Free Verse ... you've been busy today (the 4th) and Free Verse works whenever I'm not sure ... smile ... part of the fun of being at the Soup is learning all the different forms but there are way too many that are hard!! I just kind of write and then put Free Verse ... LOL ... glad you've brought your talent to the Soup and thanks for your recent comments!!
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