I have a particular memory of this cabinet. My mother
had started some bread to rise on a warm July afternoon and then forgot
it and we went to town. When we came back, I remember standing in awe
and looking at this cabinet with this bread dough oozing over the bowl
and cascading down the front of the cabinet clear to the floor. It probably
isn't a pleasant memory to my mother, but as a child, I thought it was
extremely interesting. - Pat