Well, I don't know. You can't trust anything these days. I've only had this little flour scoop for 33 years and the handle has snapped just like that!
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11 comments:
Ain't that the truth? I'm going to have to throw out the kitchen tongs that belonged to my mother-in-law. For heaven's sake, she's only been dead 30 years and had only had them about 15 years before that! Cheap modern rubbish!
Sorry to say, but that spoon looked like it was made of plastic. Did they even have plastic back in the olden days?Haha!
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Hi GustyWriter - well yes, it was plastic, but I'm sure I remember when plastic first came in that we were told it would last for ever...
Nicky - Dear, dear. Tell you what - I've got my mother's tongs if you need some. As far as I know, she only used them for 40 years or so, so there will be a decent amount of wear left in them.
Only 33 years? Tut tut. I'd send it back if I were you. Have you kept the receipt?
Sadly not, Karen. It was a leaving-home present from my mother. As was the measuring cone in the photo. And the bowl, come to think of it. I wonder if she was trying to tell me something?
But... But... the flour scoop CAN'T be broken! I learnt how to make cakes using it!
And actually I think I have Nanna's tongs...
Ah, in that case, Nicky, you can't have the tongs after all. Sorry.
And we've still go the big flour scoop. Guess we'll just have to make big cakes :)
Ha. Serves you right for baking. You should just buy everything, like my mother always did.
Funnily enough I now bake a bit, and my mother (on the odd occasion that she gets to eat anything I've made) always has a taste then leaves the rest because, as she once said without a shadow of a smile on her face, "these home-made cakes just don't taste like REAL cakes--you know, like Mr Kiplings."
Bless her and her French Fancies.
Shocking - I'm really fed up that my grandmother's tea towels have worn out too.
Jan - nothing for it but to take yourself off to Lakeland. Sure they will have a replacement....
I may take all the mirrors in the house down first, Elaine...
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