Kettles |
Each kettle tells a story. The blue and white Chinese kettle was bought in Chinatown, San Francisco in the 1970s. The white enameled once belonged to my mother. If only it could talk!...Mom, who is now 90 yrs. old, remembers as a young girl, going fishing with her father and sipping hot coffee poured from it. The dark, heavy, Brazilian cast-iron kettle is as "old as the hills," while the artsy ceramic black and tourquoise one was a gift. I've never used the copper kettle; its for decoration. Quite the opposite of the small aluminum one that holds only 2 cups of water and I use constantly.
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