Friday I stayed home from school. I had an outrageous fever Thursday, and my body ached so badly I could barely get up to walk to the bathroom. Some bug got me good. But I slept really late on Friday morning, and when I woke up I felt so much better. Since I was staying home for the day, I thought it would be a good idea to maybe pick up the house, so the entire weekend was free to do what I wanted! Great idea, right?
Wrong! The most tragic event occurred early Friday afternoon. I should have known it was coming after dropping my water cup at school and watching it crash to the floor, but I didn’t; I was blindsided and devastated. In our laundry room, which is a small closet-like alcove right off the kitchen, Jeremy put up some shelves for me. I wanted a place to put all my pans for baking, bowls for serving, and just some of those big-ticket kitchen items that you never have a place for. I had a beautiful pasta bowl, serving platter, souffle pan, a large ceramic 9X13 inch baking dish, some glass pitchers, bread pans, a ceramic pie “tin,” and so many other things out of the way, in a nice easy to reach place.
I was putting dishes away Friday, and after that was over, I walked to the bathroom to get the laundry to get a head start on it. I was proud of myself for already vacuuming, doing a great job cleaning up the living room, finally moving some of those last few things that have been hanging out in the corner since I moved in, cleaning up the mess Jeremy left making dinner the night before, and I was going to tackle the laundry too. I was feeling good; a sick day well spent. As soon as I got into the laundry room, I heard a really loud crash. My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach.
I ran out to the kitchen to find this:
Yes, you’re seeing that correctly. That is the picture of shattered plates, bowls, pitchers, and pretty much all my serving and cooking ware. Negative self talk set aside, I dropped to the floor and cried. For people who can’t understand, there is nothing I love more in this world that working in that kitchen. I love cooking, serving people, making them happy. That was literally my ability to do that lying on the kitchen floor in shards. It was not a pleasant day.
The lone survivors are: my ceramic 9X13 inch pan, which landed on top of the dryer and managed to remain intact, my souffle pan, which was actually inside the 9X13 inch pan, and a plastic pitcher that no longer has a top because that didn’t survive. It was a brutal defeat.
Here are the negatives: the pasta bowl I had was the most gorgeous thing I owned. I loved that bowl, and rarely used it, because it was just too pretty. Now it’s gone. I don’t have anything to serve my food on except plates, which makes for a lot more runs of the dishwasher to make sure we can eat off them all week…
Here are the positives: Christmas is just around the corner, and I now have so many things I can add to my list. Maybe, if I can hold out long enough (if it ever happens) I’ll have things to also put on a wedding registry…
Needless to say, I am starting from scratch in my kitchen again. Hopefully my new pan family will make me just as happy.