This egg timer - thermometer used to be in my grandmother's (the one who wasn't a true grandmother but who was a true mamie) kitchen. I used to play with it, along with a saint christopher held by magnets on the water heater. The resin grew dimmer and cracked, it cannot be used anymore but i love it like that.
I wish i also still had the box, made of a wood as thin as the one used for camembert boxes, that was filled with gloves... Silk and lace ones for petite delicate hands, such as mines back then. It was on the bottom of her wardrobe.
This box, and the roberval balance i insisted on getting out of the kitchen cupboard whether we would cook together or not.
Sometimes, you can hear a smile.
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