The obvious: overrun with peachy summer bounty this morning was devoted to the task of washing, peeling, slicing, weighing, bagging and freezing. (The practical arts can be lonely.)
The amorphous: I thought the kitchen scale was passed down by my mother. Curious, I googled. The French manufacturer did not begin exporting internationally until the late 80s and early 90s. It is still possible that I plucked this scale from Mom at some long ago time. But, it is no longer possible, as I originally wondered, that this is a scale that she used when I was a youngster.
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