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I recently lost my mother at the age of 90. She had a long and healthy life and died very much on her own terms, so I’m doing okay. But where to begin with a visual tribute to one’s mother? And how to avoid slipping into some Hitchcock-meets-Freud nightmare?
So I’ve decided to start someplace safe: my mother’s appliances. A woman of somewhat obsessive routine, my mother had a unique relationship with her appliances. They were very important to the proper functioning of her life, and very much extended members of our family. Click on any image for a larger version.
The most important appliance in the home was my mother’s dishwasher. Not because it saved her time from doing dishes manually, but because of its germ-fighting abilities. My mother was a nurse and knew that extremely hot water combined with good detergent and the highest drying cycle meant that family colds, flues, and other germs would not spread via dishes or utensils.
But of course for a dishwasher to function properly and kill the most germs, it must be loaded in precisely the right manner and run on a regular basis, whether full or not. My mother lost sleep at night if she knew there were dirty dishes sitting in the dishwasher.
When you live in a house for over 50 years as my mother did, you get to know the little sounds and vibrations that indicate all systems are functioning properly. This is especially true for appliances. My mother listened to her appliances the way a pilot listens to jet engines. One small change in tone was cause for concern.
Accordingly, it really wasn’t completely safe to leave an appliance unattended. My mother would never leave the house with a dishwasher or clothes washer running and she preferred, when possible, to stay in the same room as the appliance while it went through its cycles. You can never be too careful when water and electricity come together to get the job done.
For the last two decades my mother lived on a strange mix of cigarettes, Special K, chopped eggs, mayonnaise, and Almaden Chablis from a large box she kept in her closet. But there was a time when she cooked for her family, however reluctantly.
Most of this cooking took place in a large, square electric frying pan made by General Electric. These were popular fixtures in homes during the 1950s and ’60s, and in our house, anyway, was simply where dinner was cooked. It didn’t matter much what you were cooking, as long as it was fried in several inches of Wesson oil and burnt beyond recognition. My mother’s personal favorite was fried chicken gizzards, which we endured on a fairly regular basis. But they didn’t taste much worse than any other meat, fish, or pork that came out of that square pan.
On special occasions, like when we got invited to spend a week at the beach with a friend, my mother would get out the Black Angus rotisserie and cook one of her famous salt-encrusted roasts.
To think that my mother was famous for anything related to food is strange to me, but for some reason everyone loved her roasts. I don’t know if it was the butcher she frequented, the massive amount of salt, or the slow cooking of the rotisserie, but for some reason her roasts did come out pretty well. So I got invited to the beach a lot.
The Black Angus also came out when anyone died. While sending flowers seems wasteful, a quality roast is always welcomed by a grieving family.
A rotisserie is a versatile cooking platform. You can bake potatoes, fry eggs, even heat coffee. But my mother only used hers for making roasts. Everything else went into the frying pan to be drowned in some form of saturated fat.
The hardest part about dealing with my mother’s death will probably come when it’s time to have a garage sale and put a price tag on things like the Black Angus and her electric skillet. Right about now a plate full of fried chicken gizzards sounds pretty good.
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