memories of OLD kitchen stuff?
Remember both sets of granparents having toasters that flipped open... before pop-ups. Had to watch and manually turn bread and HOPE ya didn't wait a minute too long and end up with charcoal.
Still have round waffle iron from childhood... back in 50's. Has fabric covered cord. Hasn't been used in YEARS, but I'm sure it'll still make great waffles.
Hmm....my mom's percolator coffee pot with the glass knob on top that showed the brew happily bubbling up.
My dad's steel chestnut roasting pan, designed for campfires/fireplaces.
My nana's orange/citrus hand juicer, which fit over the top of a large measuring cup, with perforations to catch the seeds.
My grandmother gave me her old round electric waffle iron, fabric covered cord and all in around 1970. I used it for a number of years, but for some reason I got rid of it.
Regarding toast, my grandparents made in the broiler unit of their Chambers range. The unit raised and lowered, if memory serves, and I guess when it lowered the gas broiler was tuned on. All I really know about the process was that I loved the toast.
My mom bought before my memory a bunch of aluminum Wearever pots with wooden handles. I remember her using them for years. I encountered the same stuff at a garage sale a number of years ago. The bottoms of that stuff were as warped as the bottom of my mom's big Wearever skillet. And the finish was as pitted. These were not the best pots I ever encountered.
I also remember plastic canister sets. My mom and grandmother had red square plastic containers, I believe. I don't know why they had the same set, but they did. Later I encountered a similar set at the Goodwill, which I bought and gave away.
We popped corn over the fire in the fireplace, in a square mesh basket with a sliding mesh lid. At some point in the 1960s we switched to an electric popper, and that was that for the fireplace tool. I'd love to try that again over an outdoor fire...
Still have my parents' Sunbeam electric vacuum coffee pot. Beautiful chrome, with serving tray; even have the original manual. 1950s or 1960s.
The vacuum method was one of the better methods available back then. It's pretty messy though. I don't drink coffee that much these days, and when I do, I'll do a manual drip.
One of my earliest memories is my grandmother's kitchen. She had a large white stove that had the clock in the middle.... probably an O'Keefe and Merritt. She sold the house when I was 6 or 7 and moved into a condo so I'm guessing the stove stayed with the house. My dad's cousin painted my nails for the first time in that house, in the built-in breakfast nook in the kitchen. I was maybe 4?
We had gas fires when I was a kid and we had toasting forks - you put a piece of bread on the long fork and stuck it close to the gas fire - best toast ever. You could also roast chestnuts in front of the gas fire.
Also had one of those toasters at my Grandmother's at Lake of the Ozarks. The toast was supposed to flip over when you lowered the sides (after the little chime went off) but the never did and you had to flip them yourself.
The smell of the pilot lights on my other grandmother's house on Mercier in Kansas City (an old green thing with an oven on the side.
The metal match holder that hung by the stove at the lake.
I could go on forever. Sigh
I have the same one. Bought it a flea market 20 years ago and it was ancient then. Makes the best waffles ever. I love it.
My mother had (back in the 60's) this large heavy round griddle with a bale handle. It was about 12 inches wide, and she tried to make pancakes on it over and over and they would always stick. I wish I had that griddle now, because I would have the patience to season it.
My mother preferred new-fangled stuff like teflon when it was introduced. Out went the griddle, who knows where.
My mother also hated the very old antiques we had in the house and couldn't wait to ditch them for new furniture. Again, how I wish I could have been old enough to take the stuff off her hands!! Oh well.
The mounted-on-the-wall Coca-Cola bottle opener that lived in my grandpa's cellar, with a metal bucket on the floor for caps--mostly beer caps, as I recall. :)
It now lives on the wall in my house. I am 59, and it was in his house long before I ever was. I rarely open a bottle with it--don't drink much beer and my Pepsi comes in plastic bottles, but I will never part with it.
My mom's chestnut scorer and the fireplace roasting pan for them. I knew it was almost christmas when we roasted chestnuts in the fireplace! We would then sit in front of the fire, burning our fingers, peeling the hot chestnuts and running them along the length of a stick of butter. So good.