I hate the past. To me, the past is something we should learn from but never return to. I have no desire to return to the days where gay and the r-slur were every day jokes and and “Tits or gtfo” was a common reply to women on the internet.
But I love old machines and gizmos. I love gears and levers and buttons. I love things that clunk and whir. Vinage music boxes, Clockwork toys and VHS machines that sound like they’re trying to go into orbit when you rewind a cassette. I’ve always liked old stuff for as long as I can remember.
Is it nostalgia or just autism? Is it something I should be ashamed of?
You can get these new, but I’m enamoured of my ‘antique’ potato ricer. Looks kinda like this:
That looks fucking HARDY. The long sturdy heavy handles would make using it repeatedly a lot easier and more comfortable as well. When my work did gnocchi we went through 3 modern ricers in a year, they had a third of the capacity of that one and the handles were aluminum and not even solid, they were basically just square metal frames, so they were fragile and dug into your hand. They were short as well so you werent getting much leverage so it was more on operator strength.