{"id":677,"date":"2009-02-25T17:35:04","date_gmt":"2009-02-25T17:35:04","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/?p=677"},"modified":"2024-06-03T23:33:53","modified_gmt":"2024-06-03T15:33:53","slug":"an-egg-beater","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/2009\/02\/an-egg-beater\/","title":{"rendered":"An egg beater"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>For some reason that I can&#8217;t quite remember, my aunt Gladys gave me, quite a few years ago, the metal\/plastic egg beater that belonged to her and my grandmother (Gladys never married, so she lived with her mother until the latter died). I don&#8217;t know how old it is, it was probably bought during one of their more recent trips to the US, in the early 1960&#8217;s, though it could be older.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s a simple tool, an eggbeater like most others &#8211; though this one has plastic beaters. All the other ones I&#8217;ve seen have metal ones. Of course, plastic is not as sturdy as metal, and this one has a broken piece. It also has rusting metal. Still, 50 or 60 years later, it still works perfectly.<\/p>\n<p>I don&#8217;t know if I&#8217;ve used it since I got it, at least a decade ago. When I moved to this house, I put it on the top shelf of a kitchen cabinet (the one I can&#8217;t reach without standing on a chair). Whenever I&#8217;ve had to beat eggs, I&#8217;ve used an electric mixer or a whisk.<\/p>\n<p>Yesterday, however, Camila and I were making <a href=\"\/food\/int\/assyria\/custard.html\">flan<\/a> together, and the recipe called for four beaten eggs. I didn&#8217;t want to use the stand electric mixer for that, and yet I knew we weren&#8217;t going to get far with a simple whisk (Camila now insists on doing everything, but she still doesn&#8217;t have the skills to do everything well) &#8211; so I took it out. Camila had never seen one before, and I know it would interest her.<\/p>\n<p>As I said, it works perfectly. What an easy, quick way of beating eggs! After we were done, I thought I should buy a new one (though they&#8217;re about $13 at Amazon!, my friend Elektra recommends looking for one at a thrift store, and I may still do that). I&#8217;m actually afraid of using this one &#8211; not just because it&#8217;s rusting &#8211; but because I don&#8217;t want to get it any more broken. I feel as if I had borrowed it, rather than inherited it, and I have to return it in as good condition.<\/p>\n<p>It&#8217;s not as simple as that, of course. I also have my grandmother&#8217;s old Better Homes &amp; Gardens cookbook &#8211; that book that I perused so many times as a child. And I have their recipe book, where Gladys or Granny hand wrote so many recipes. I&#8217;ve thought about cooking from those books &#8211; trying to make that delicious sponge cake with lemon frosting, the white cake with chocolate-dulce de leche frosting, or the chocolate-mint cake, which along with pies, were their signature dishes when I was growing up. I haven&#8217;t been able to do it. Granny has been dead for 30 years, Gladys died only 2 years ago, however, and I still can&#8217;t think of her without falling into a well of tears. Perhaps using their stuff, cooking their food, is too strong a reminder that they&#8217;re no longer here. I want to cook their food, but for them &#8211; and I never did, and I will never be able to do it now.<\/p>\n<p>In addition to the eggbeater, I also have the kitchen timer that I grew up hearing ring at their home. I&#8217;ve started using it because all the other times I&#8217;ve had, have broken. It&#8217;s good that I use it, right? It might get stuck otherwise. It hasn&#8217;t broken in 50 years, it&#8217;s not going to break now. Right?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>For some reason that I can&#8217;t quite remember, my aunt Gladys gave me, quite a few years ago, the metal\/plastic egg beater that belonged to her and my grandmother (Gladys never married, so she lived with her mother until the latter died). I don&#8217;t know how old it is, it was probably bought during one [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3],"tags":[644,114,112],"class_list":["post-677","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-text","tag-elektra","tag-gladys","tag-granny","post-preview"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/677","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=677"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/677\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=677"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=677"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.marga.org\/foodblog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=677"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}