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THE POTATO PEELER
I looked at the potato peeler in my hand, and sighed. When my Mom peeled potatoes she used a small sharp knife. Her parings were paper-thin. Using a knife I cut half the potato away : she would say, “That was a waste!” Even WITH a peeler I could never pare them as thinly as she.
I thought of the tools I have used through the years; my search for the ‘perfect implement’. Mom had six or seven tools, and with these few her every task was done. Regularly each year I cleared my kitchen drawers, discarding everything I had not used for some time. She would have said, “That was a waste!”
Now at last I looked at my small collection of tried and true, compared them with the list of necessary or recommended kitchen utensils in my cookbook, and looked again at the catalogue I had been studying, the list I had been making. I realized there was a lesson I had yet to learn.
The potato peeler in the catalogue looked so sophisticated, all stainless steel and ebony. The peeler in my hand was small and fitted easily into my palm. The nick in the handle was an instant indication if I was holding it incorrectly. Of course, there was the electric peeler too, but that could hardly be justified when I peeled so few potatoes in a week!
I looked again at the implements in the drawer, comparing them with my new list and the catalogue. Paper shop-window! I tore my list in two, closed the catalogue. My implements would do. I heard my mother say, “That would have been a waste!”
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