There was a photo and a note on Facebook: Did anybody want… Free to a good home…
Someone else asked for the big red crockpot. I asked if the smaller one had been spoken for. (Much more our size anyway.)
It had not. I headed over. The doors at Purlescence are locked now but lots of work was going on on the other side as the place was slowly being emptied of its ten years.
YES! I exclaimed a little harder than quite entirely reasonable, surprising myself. I had long wanted to be able to warm up just a bit of the kitchen for some small baked thing, but not enough to justify replacing my elderly cracked-plastic simple two-slicer. We don’t have a lot of countertop space. I had not wanted to want one and it all kind of came out in that one-word blurt.
She apologized that it needed cleaning, but I found when I got home that it needed very little. It’s cute. It’s a two-bagel-slice top with a pull-down door in front and not much more of a footprint than my old toaster, a total win.
But the biggest thing about the both of them is the bit of history she offered with them: all those Thursday nights, all those knit nights, they’d had these tucked away upstairs for a quick bite to eat.
So that’s how they’d made it through all those long days over all those years.
These appliances had sustained my friends so that they could sustain our knitting community and now I get to have them here with me. And someone else got to take home part of that history too, and I like that. I like it a lot.
And I love that I now have a toaster oven that kind of looks like an old jukebox.
I need to go toast me some toast. Anyone got a favorite slow cooker recipe? Chicken tikka masala, maybe?