My grandmother’s rolling pin handles still have faint traces of that light green paint they used to use on kitchenware in the 30s and 40s. There’s also a scorch mark from resting it too close to the stove burner. Those old maple pins are hard as rock.
Also, my mom’s.
When I look at that rolling pin, I think of the hundreds of pie crusts she rolled out, for her delicious apple pies, that she shared with everyone!
Somehow, her talent for making flaky pie crust was never, sadly, automatically handed down to me. But I keep trying. :)