First there was the incident in which our pyrex casserole dish (full of tasty macaroni and cheese with caramelized shallots and goat cheese) fell 3 inches to the concrete train platform and shattered. (Don’t worry, we were able to salvage most of the tasty goodness without too much difficulty.) And then there was the incident in which one of our pyrex pie plates mysteriously shattered as it was being used to bake a delicious artichoke heart quiche. Again, the food was still edible, although there was a moment of panic when it first happened during which all I could think to do was grab the camera.
And then this morning as I was putting away the dishes, our blender jar tumbled out of the cupboard and hit the tile floor hard enough to break. The blender, not the tile floor. This was not the first blender jar that has met its demise at our hands. Back before we were dating, one of us left a spoon in a blender after stirring the orange julius. It was an awesome sight to see two chunks of glass fly across the kitchen, followed by a spattering of yummy drink. And then we fell in love and got married. Such fond memories.
I’m pretty sure we’re going to look back just as fondly on these other incidents. Pretty sure.