My mom had this bowl that, to little me, always meant brownies. Maybe it was because I got to help stir that I remember. I'm sure that she mixed other things in it, but I can't imagine or remember what. As the stainless steel craze hit the gourmands, my mom put this in the giveaway pile. I couldn't bear to part with something that holds such memories. Silly memories but memories just the same. To this day, I'm glad I pulled the bowl from the pile and into my own kitchen. When I make brownies, I always use this bowl. And when I use this bowl, I feel like I'm in the kitchen with my mom. That, my friends, is priceless.