I’d like to ask for a moment of silence, please.
My mind mush has just created devastating consequences concerning my kitchen. Today, my stoneware casserole baking dish…died. I was not thinking and forgot to turn off my stovetop burner, and when I pulled my dinner out of the oven, left the dish sitting on the burner. I didn’t even realize it was still on until I smelled the stench of burning stone. The pan snapped in half…and I crumbled into tears.
My love, my dish. I used you every day for years. You were perfectly seasoned and there will never be another dish with the love of that many meals baked into it…I love you and miss you already and do not have any clue how I will make dinner tomorrow night without you.
R.I.P.
