It’s one of the few things that survived the fire– my grandmother’s birdseye maple rolling pin. Two feet long, it actually glows with the patina of countless uses. The grooves and a knob on either end are thoughtful, comfortable places where I know she too rested her little fingers. I have no idea how old … Continue reading Mary’s Rolling Pin
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