We have enough interest that the Peep Show will go on! It will be smaller than previous years, but that is okay. :)
All-O-ver, Ol-i-vore . . . we're learning that Oliver's name has some fun mispronunciations.
Also, ask him what is name is and this is what you'll hear: "My name is Oli . . . Oli . . . Oliv . . . Oli . . . I don't know."
Here I am at SFO. Again. What should have been a 40 minute layover has turned into a 5 hour layover with merely a possibility of getting on the red-eye at 10:30. Flying standby. And if I don't get on the standby flight . . . they tell me my next shot at JFK isn't for 24 hours. Yeah. So let's hope that doesn't happen. And if I don't get on standby, well, there's got to be another way home.
S: Oliver, Is Mom a child of God?
O: Yes!
S: No, Mom is a grown up!
The one night -- ever -- when Micah and I get to bed at 10:00 and could, feasibly, get 9 hours of uninterrupted sleep, Simon wakes up crying inexplicably at midnight and can't go back to sleep, Oliver falls out of bed, and we're all out a couple of hours of sleep. Clearly we need to never try to go to to bed early. It's the only way to get a good night's sleep around here.
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.
After I dropped my Pyrex bread pan and it broke (on linoleum), I requested metal ones for Christmas. My heavy duty Calphalon ones have been serving me well.
Since your misfortune included two stories on Pyrex, I wanted to share this with you:
http://www.consumeraffairs.com/news04/2006/03/pyrex_panic.html
I’ve heard from several people about Pyrex ‘exploding’ and have removed it from my cupboards!
Best wishes for more ‘fortunate’ memories
I really like the glass pans, so I think it would be hard for me to switch, but I really can’t have pyrex exploding in my kitchen ever again. I’ll have to look into Calphalon.
Thanks for the suggestion and the article!