the lemon
or orange
machine
that squeezed, using your muscles,
the juice out,
with or
without the skin.
nothing electric.
a row of bottled spices
on a rack
above the stove.
the red and white
checkered
Betty Crocker Cookbook,
well worn,
open again.
the gizmo that
you put a potato in,
making
long strands come out
the other end.
there was the handheld
mixer,
that twirled around,
the potato peeler.
an enormous iron skillet.
a pan for twelve cupcakes
to fit in.
flour and sugar was everywhere.
mashers and mallets,
graters,
rolling pins.
tins for bread
and cutting boards of real wood,
salt and pepper shakers
that resembled
dogs.
the yellow curtains,
handmade, hung over
the window,
neatly pressed.
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