Friday, November 30, 2012
Another Sentimental Treasure Bites the Dust
electric frying pan three years ago.
This may seem like a silly thing to be upset about, after all, a double boiler is easily replaced. But this was not an ordinary double boiler. This item has been with me since I left my parents' house at the tender age of 18, with nothing to my name but some clothes and an old car.
I had rented a small, unfurnished house, and my grandparents, who had little or nothing as well, set about helping me get started with "adult life." They scoured garage sales and auctions, and before I knew it, I was set up with a bed, a washing machine, my grandparents' old silver kitchen table, and my great-grandparents' old couch and chair. I made a purchase for myself as well - a color TV, from a garage sale, for $2. What they didn't tell me was that it had only ONE color - green. But I digress. I also had a kitchen full of various gadgets. I saw the double boiler and had no idea what it was, so I stored it in the back of the cupboard with the hand-held potato masher and other mystery items, and went on with my life.
Eventually though I discovered my "culinary side" and I used the double boiler frequently. I often thought how well-made things used to be, that I could have a second-hand double boiler for 35 years and it was still awesome. I loved that thing - it had a smaller than typical footprint, and had a deep well, perfect for dipping candies at Christmas. And it reminded me of my grandma, and how she lovingly took what little she had herself and put together a functional kitchen for me. I can honestly say I never used it without thinking of her.
And, it was during just such an acitivity (dipping candies at Christmas time) that it met it's demise. The large, hardened glob of almond bark in the bottom of the pan was driving me crazy, so I picked up the Murder Weapon -
- and attempted to stab the glob in half for faster melting. Unfortunatly, the sharp blade went through the bottom of the upper pan -
- and managed to even pierce the bottom of the lower pan as well.
Is that "Taps" I hear?
I'm going to keep that knife in mind if I ever have an intruder in my home.
And now, I can't bear to throw it out, although it's completely nonfunctional for it's intended job. I'll need to find a way to repurpose it. Perhaps they'd make the perfect pots for kitchen herbs - they already have drain holes. :)