There is a life before and after the instrument, and never the twain shall meet.
Rare, naturally.
Not every instrument can qualify for such exalted status.

Just for the record, the wimpy little nebbishy bottom thing was tossed away into some dank corner of the recesses of the CC's cupboard. Who grates in such tiny quantities anyway?
Anyway, this teeny-tiny little thing, much beloved of Italian mammas, and Spanish mamacitas, and Turkish anne-s, and oh, just about all the mammas everywhere is truly a wondrous creature. (and a tiny salute to modernity too for the little rubber edges which prevent slippage when grating over a glass bowl.)
Hurrah for the box grater!
1 comment:
Where can I get one? Mom took the one I had (and it broke in her luggage...
So... actually... where can I get two?
:o)
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