The old. Toby was just so attached he lept on top and tinkled a little. Gotta mark your territory, right?
Can you see the stainage? Can you see how it tilts a little and so my cakes came out lopsided... always? I can and I am currently undergoing auditing therapy to rid myself of such horrid memories.
The new. Speechless, I know.
I am back to drooling over the steel. Not The Steels though I adore them so, but it would be weird for me to actually enter the kitchen and be physically able to drool on them. Hey Graham!