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He stood in the middle of the appliance aisle at the local department store, staring at a wall of gleaming stainless steel. The query in his head was simple——but the execution felt like a betrayal of the old, seasoned cast-iron press Martha had used for forty years. That one had finally cracked last week, a jagged line through the metal that felt like a second heartbreak. Back home, the first batch stuck