Obviously, these vessels could make a huge din when struck – not in the least because they had been made most sound, by skillful craftsmen of old.
In small towns and even kampongs throughout the country, one could find at least a couple of tinsmiths – whose imaginative minds and skillful hands could fashion anything out of sheet metal. Galvanized iron, aluminium, copper, brass – these were cut into shapes for ‘development’ followed by folding, bending and rolling, plus rivetting and soldering.
Alas, the advent of cheap plastics and big factories has practically silenced this time-honored industry.
Those were the days before plastics invaded planet Earth. Remember these brushes ? Let me share a blast from the past.
They were used by practically every household for scrubbing laundry, kitchen sinks, floors, dishes, shoes, etc. The brown ones were softer than the black ones. The latter were used mainly to tackle stubborn stains and deeply-entrenched grime from all kinds of surfaces.
I learned that the brown ones were made from coconut tree fibres – can anyone verify that ? Am not so sure what the black ones were made of.
Anyway, these days, the black ones seem very difficult to find.
So goes the saying (or something like that, memory not so good now).
Say what you like, I Disagree. The Wok ruled and, still rules, in my family’s kitchen for generations. Stir-fry, deep-fry, steam, even panggang, anything dead or alive from the surface of the earth, the air above, or under the sea…and, the results have always been excellent bar none. No arguments!
My first encounter with the Pan was only a couple of years back, and it turned out to be an unhappy affair. Tsk, tsk, I cannot understand how this western imitation with many limitations is able to capture the imagination of the modern generation.
Meanwhile, will this story set off a kitchen war? Kling klang.