Actually, Zero is the Loneliest Number

Last night my husband was reaching for a dish while we were making dinner and he whacked my little bar pan and broke it.  I was crestfallen because he was being a little careless and because he had broken a fairly expensive kitchen item.

But mostly I was sorrowful to lose a dish that held such memories for me.

I quickly reminded myself that there are far worse things in the world than broken dishes, but a part of me is just so crushed.  I had planned to make lonely little biscuits for myself on that same pan when my husband deploys again, and now I can't. 

And something about that just hurts my heart.

Comments

[HomefrontSix]

Oh carp! Not the bar pan!!! Sarah, I'm so sorry. That blows.

[Butterfly Wife]

:( I hate when that stuff happens. So many memories tied up in stuff.

When this happens to me, after I grump around for a bit, I usually think that something like this happened because there is an even BETTER pan out there waiting for me. New memories to fill a new pan. :)

[airforcewife]

So now your husband will have to get you another bar pan, which he will bake heart shaped biscuits every night for the next few months to darken it up.

then when he deploys again, you'll have his heart on your bar pan. The heart that HE made.

Cheesy? Yes. But cheesy is very satisfying during deployment. :)

[Chaotic Mom]

I had something to add, but I LOVED airforcewife's idea. Very positive attitude. ;)

[Guard Wife]

Make some Pampered Chef consultant's day & order a new bar pan & commit the Mr. to AFW's plan. The cool thing about Pampered Chef now is that you can order on-line...yes!

I'm sorry about your bar pan. I have a 9x13 baking stone on which I make my famous chocolate chip cookies...I've had it for a dozen years; if it were to go, I may have to harm someone. :)