KITCHENAID & JEFF
A red purse. Red scrunchies in her hair. Red Vuarnet sunglasses. Even Janice’s KitchenAid, bought in butter yellow in the mid 70s had a new coat of auto paint in Porsche red. With the new paint job the machine sped through the dough making on the run up to Holiday. It whirred away for two days with barely a pause. Twenty years later its mechanics hadn’t faltered but it looked tired. The paint had chipped and dulled to a more matt finish. An offer of a new black KitchenAid from Janice’s son Jeff was too good to refuse. In return Jeff inherited the machine that made up the sound track of his childhood. Another ten years on and the motor is still going strong.
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