I am the 4th generation to have this item; I don't know all the stories that go with it, but I know the last 3 generations like to cook, bake. I'm included in this mix :D
My Mistress beats me; she has worn me down,
Sometimes she hands me off to the Master, he is much worse
I'm a family heirloom tempered, my luster is lacking
My first owner(great gram) called a lot of kettles black including my grammie
she stirred up gossip; she was really the tarnished one
Pregnant with a married minister's child, but tossed her pregnant daughter aside
I hold secrets, I tantalize taste buds,
I can impart pain, be careful I get really hot
ended up twins were born about a month apart from her daughter's child
memories stirred, lives forever changed
I usually get the raw end of the deal, I don't mind
I do mind being tucked away
Halloween through Christmas I 'm loved again
My current owner has held me close since age seven
baking magic, memories stirred
She became ill
I was used less
sugar free became the norm
bleck, I have feelings too
I'm a purist
Worn down I am
I have scooped, lifted and mixed many decandent dreams
I serve you, I help you prep, I lift, coddle you and what do I get
the dark void of the utensil draw
Your daughter now wants to learn, 5th generation
she caresses me with frosting, pizza dough, n' blueberry muffin batter
I'm family again, not a tossed aside heirloom
my cheeks are once again rosy and I swoon when I am held~
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