Brownie Bowl

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.  

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