It was completely solid and absolutely stretched out forever: eggs being cracked on tannish bowls with wide-banded lips. The mixing crock was always the preponderant notion of making cookies while the eggs were indubitably the cooperative and willing acquiescents.
Further in its defense: The edges were made of raw stoneware and so it was always certain the glaze, with its bumpy gloss, had a place in the matter, but not even it, universally so.
Neither separately would be as good, alone.
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It didn't even matter what the end-product was: as long as someone fought over the bowl and the beater.