First of all, let me apologize for the blurry photos. My camera battery was about to die so I just snapped some quick pictures before putting it on the charger.
Ok, on to the mystery. Lloyd and I have had the same set of pots and pans for our whole marriage. (Thank you, Mark.) When we moved into this house I marked where they should go on the pull-out shelf so Lloyd could put them away when we emptied the dishwasher.
Slowly, they are disappearing.
I know what happened to the little pot. Many years ago I started to make some rice in it, remembered that I needed some ingredients for the rest of dinner, went to the store (you see where this is going), and came back to a smoke-filled house because the water in the little pot (that I had stupidly left on the stove) had boiled away and the pot was beginning to burn. Trashed.
But ever since we got the new stove, I can’t find the middle pot. Where is it? I’ve actually looked for it but have no idea. Lloyd thinks it’s probably at my school, since that’s where most of our stuff ends up, but I don’t think so.
Where are you, middle one? Are you ok?